“No, he isn't at the fighting pitch yet, I know!”
“If you're wrong they'll be dead men here.”
“He sees no difference between the death of a horse and the death of a man. He feels that the law has no score against him. He'll go quietly.”
“And we'll find ways of fightin' the law?”
“Yes, but it needs money.”
“I've got a stake.”
“God bless you, Buck.”
“Take my advice.”
“What?”
“Let him go now.”
She glanced at him wildly.
“Kate, he's gone already.”
“No, no, no!”
“I say he's gone. Look at his eyes.”
“I don't dare.”
“The yaller is comin' up in 'em. He's wild again.” She shook her head in mute agony. Buck Daniels groaned, softly.
“Then they's goin' to be a small-sized hell started around this cabin before mornin'.”
He got up and went slowly back towards the fire. Lee Haines was talking steadily, leisurely, going round and round his subject again and again, and Barry listened with bowed head, but his eyes were fixed upon those of the wolf-dog at his feet. When he grew restless, Haines chained him to the chair with some direct question, yet it was a hard game to play. All this time
