And when she lay there tangled in her cloak and looked up into the glowing eyes of Bart and heard his snarling roll around her, and pass in creepy chills up her back, she nearly died of fear, to be sure, but she lay as still as still, frozen into a part of the rock.Black Bart was gone, and in his place was a terrible creature which belonged there among the shadows, for it could see in the night.
Presently the bright eyes disappeared, and now she saw that Bart lay stretched across the entrance to the cave, where the long shadow was now creeping down the slope.Inches by inches she ventured to sit up, and all it brought from Dart was a quick turn of the head and a warning growl.It meant as plainly as though he had spoken in so many words: "Stay where you are and I don't care in the least what you do, but don't try to cross this entrance if you fear the length of my teeth and the keenness thereof." And she did fear them, very much, for she remembered the gashes across the back and the terrible rips up the side, of the dead Maltese cat.
She even took a little heart, after a time.A grownup cannot feel terror or grief as keenly as a child, but neither does terror or grief pass away a tithe as fast.She seemed at liberty to roam about in the cave as long as she did not go near the entrance, and now the shadows and the dimness no longer frightened her.Nothing was terrible except that long, dark body which lay across the entrance to the cave, and she finally got to her feet and began to explore.She came first on a quantity of dead grass heaped in a corner that was where Satan was stalled, no doubt, and it made all the cave seem almost homelike.She found, too, a number of stones grouped together with ashes in the hollow circle-that was where the fires were built, and there to the side lay the pile of dead wood.A little down the cave and directly in the center of the top, she next saw the natural aperture where the smoke must escape and last of all she came on the bed.
Boughs heaped a foot thick with the blankets on top, neatly stretched out, and the tarpaulin over all, made a couch as soft as down and fragrant with the pure scent of evergreens.
Joan tried the surface with a foot that sank to her ankle, then with her hands, and finally sat down to think.The first fear was almost gone; she understood that Bart was keeping her here until Dan came home, and fear does not go hand in hand with understanding.She only wondered, now, at the reason that kept Daddy Dan living in this cave so far from the warm comfort of the cabin, and so far away from her mother; but thinking makes small heads drowsy, and in five minutes Joan lay with her head pillowed on her arm, sound asleep.
When she awoke, the evening-gray of the cave had given place to utter blackness, alarming and thick.Joan sat up with a start; she would have cried out, bewildered, but now she heard a noise on the gravel, and turned to see Daddy Dan entering the cave with Satan behind him, quite distinctly outlined by the sunset outside.Black Bart walked first, looking back over his shoulder as though he led the way.
It was partly because the black, silhouetted figures awed her, somewhat, and partly because she wished to give Daddy Dan a gay surprise, that Joan did not run to him.And then, in the darkness, she heard Satan munching the dried grass, and the squeak and rattle as the saddle was drawn off and hung up, scraping against the rock.
"What you been doin', Bart?" queried the voice of Daddy Dan, and the last of Joan's fears fell f rom her as she listened."You act kind of worried.
If you been runnin' rabbits all day and got your pads full of thorns I'll everlastin'ly treat you rough."The wolf-dog whined.
"Well, speak up.What you want? Want me over there?"It would have been a trifle unearthly to most people, but Joan knew the ways of Daddy Dan with Satan and Black Bart.She lay quite still, shivering with pleasure as the footsteps approached her.Then a match scratched--she saw by the blue spurt of flame that he was lighting a pine torch, then whirling it until the flame ate down to the pitchy knot.He held it above his head, and now she saw him plainly: the light cascaded over his shoulders, glowed on his eyes, and then puffed out sidewise in a draught.
Joan was upon her feet, and running toward him with a cry of joy, until she remembered that he was not to be approached like her mother.There were never any bear-hugs from him, no caresses, not much laughter.She stopped barely in time, and stood with her fingers interlaced, staring up at him, half delighted, half afraid.She read his mind by microscopic changes in his eyes and lips.
"Munner sent me."
That was wrong, she saw at once.
"And Bart brought me." Much better, now."And oh, Daddy Dan, I've been lonesome for you!"He continued to stare at her for another moment, and even Joan could not tell whether be were angry or indifferent or pleased.
"Well," he murmured at length, "I guess you're hungry, Joan?"She knew it was complete acceptance, and she could hardly keep from a shout of happiness.Daddy Dan had a great aversion to sudden outcries.
"I guess I am," said Joan.
