The Max Brand Megapack. Max Brand

four horsemen galloped around the corner of the house.

      “Johnson and Sullivan,” ordered the voice of Monte sharply, “watch the window. They’re lying low inside, but we’ve got Barry’s horse and wolf. Now we’ll get him.”

      “Come out or we’ll burn the house down!” thundered a voice from the other side.

      “We surrender!” called Buck within.

      A cheer came from the posse. Sullivan and Johnson ran for the window they had been told to guard. The door on the other side of the house slammed open.

      “It’s a slaughter house!” cried one of the posse.

      Dan left the sheltering rock and raced around the house, keeping a safe distance, and dodging from rock to rock. He saw Satan and Black Bart guarded by two men with revolvers in their hands. He might have shot them down, but the distance was too great for accurate gun-play. He whistled shrilly. The two guards wheeled towards him, and as they did so, Black Bart, leaping, caught one by the shoulder, whirling him around and around with the force of the spring. The other fired at Satan, who raced off towards the sound of the whistle. It was an easy shot, but in the utter surprise of the instant the bullet went wide. Before he could fire again Satan was coming to a halt beside Dan.

      “Help!” yelled the cattleman. “Whistling Dan!”

      The other guard opened fire wildly. Three men ran from the house. All they saw was a black shadow which melted instantly into the night.

      CHAPTER XXXVI

      FEAR

      Into the dark he rode. Somewhere in the mountains was Silent, and now alone. In Dan’s mouth the old salt taste of his own blood was unforgotten.

      It was a wild chase. He had only the faintest clues to guide him, yet he managed to keep close on the trail of the great outlaw. After several days he rode across a tall red-roan stallion, a mere wreck of a horse with lean sides and pendant head and glazed eye. It was a long moment before Dan recognized Silent’s peerless mount, Red Pete. The outlaw had changed his exhausted horse for a common pony. The end of the long trail must be near.

      The whole range followed that chase with breathless interest. It was like the race of Hector and Achilles around the walls of Troy. And when they met there would be a duel of giants. Twice Whistling Dan was sighted. Once Jim Silent fought a running duel with a posse fresh from Elkhead. The man hunters were alert, but it was their secret hope that the two famous outlaws would destroy each other, but how the wild chase would end no one could know. At last Buck Daniels rode to tell Kate Cumberland strange news.

      When he stumbled into the ranch house, Kate and her father rose, white-faced. There was an expression of waiting terror in their eyes.

      “Buck!” cried Joe.

      “Hush! Dad,” said Kate. “It hasn’t come yet! Buck, what has happened?”

      “The end of the world has come for Dan,” he said. “That devil Silent—”

      “Dan,” cried old Joe, and rushed around the table to Buck.

      “Silent has dared Dan to meet him at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon in Tully’s saloon in Elkhead! He’s held up four men in the last twenty-four hours and told them that he’ll be at Tully’s tomorrow and will expect Dan there!”

      “It isn’t possible!” cried Kate. “That means that Silent is giving himself up to the law!”

      Buck laughed bitterly.

      “The law will not put a hand on them if it thinks that they’ll fight it out together,” he said.

      “There’ll be a crowd in the saloon, but not a hand will stir to arrest Silent till after the fight.”

      “But Dan won’t go to Tully’s,” broke in old Joe. “If Silent is crazy enough to do such a thing, Dan won’t be.”

      “He will,” said Kate. “I know!”

      “You’ve got to stop him,” urged Buck. “You’ve got to get to Elkhead and turn Dan back.”

      “Ay,” said Joe, “for even if he kills Silent, the crowd will tackle him after the fight—a hundred against one.”

      She shook her head.

      “You won’t go?”

      “Not a step.”

      “But Kate, don’t you understand—?”

      “I couldn’t turn Dan back. There is his chance to meet Silent. Do you dream any one could turn him back?”

      The two men were mute.

      “You’re right,” said Buck at last. “I hoped for a minute that you could do it, but now I remember the way he was in that dark shanty up the Bald-eagle Creek. You can’t turn a wolf from a trail, and Whistling Dan has never forgotten the taste of his own blood.”

      “Kate!” called her father suddenly. “What’s the matter, honey?”

      With bowed head and a faltering step she was leaving the room. Buck caught old Joe by the arm and held him back as he would have followed.

      “Let her be!” said Buck sharply. “Maybe she’ll want to see you at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, but until then she’ll want to be alone. There’ll be ghosts enough with her all the time. You c’n lay to that.”

      Joe Cumberland wiped his glistening forehead.

      “There ain’t nothin’ we c’n do, Buck, but sit an’ wait.”

      Buck drew a long breath.

      “What devil gave Silent that idea?”

      “Fear!”

      “Jim Silent don’t know what fear is!”

      “Any one who’s seen the yaller burn in Dan’s eyes knows what fear is.”

      Buck winced.

      Cumberland went on: “Every night Silent has been seein’ them eyes that glow yaller in the dark. They lie in wait for him in every shadow. Between dark and dawn he dies a hundred deaths. He can’t stand it no more. He’s goin’ to die. Somethin’ tells him that. But he wants to die where they’s humans around him, and when he dies he wants to pull Dan down with him.”

      They sat staring at each other for a time.

      “If he lives through that fight with Silent,” said Buck sadly, “the crowd will jump in on him. Their numbers’ll make ’em brave.”

      “An’ then?”

      “Then maybe he’d like a friend to fight by his side,” said Buck simply. “So long, Joe!”

      The old man wrung his hand and then followed him out to the hitching-rack where Buck’s horse stood.

      “Ain’t Dan got no friends among the crowd?” asked Cumberland. “Don’t they give him no thanks for catching the rest of Silent’s gang?”

      “They give him lots of credit,” said Buck. “An’ Haines has said a lot in favour of Dan, explainin’ how the jail bustin’ took place. Lee is sure provin’ himself a white man. He’s gettin’ well of his wounds and it’s said the Governor will pardon him. You see, Haines went bad because the law done him dirt a long time ago, and the Governor is takin’ that into account.”

      “But they’d still want to kill Dan?”

      “Half of the boys wouldn’t,” said Buck. “The other half is all wrought up over the killings that’s been happenin’ on the range in the last month. Dan is accused of about an even half of ’em, an’ the friends of dead men don’t waste no time listenin’ to arguments. They say Dan’s an outlawed man an’ that they’re goin’ to treat him like one.”

      “Damn them!” groaned Cumberland. “Don’t