"I dunno," he answered. "Somethin' will tell me when he gets far away from me—he an' his men."
"It's an inner sense, eh? Like the smell of the bloodhound?" said Calder, but his eyes were strangely serious.
"This day's about done," he went on. "Have you any objections to me camping with you here?"
Not a cowpuncher within five hundred miles but would be glad of such redoubted company. They went back to Calder's horse.
"We can start for my clearing," said Dan. "Bart'll bring the hoss. Fetch him in."
The wolf took the dangling bridle reins and led on the cowpony. Calder observed his performance with starting eyes, but he was averse to asking questions. In a few moments they came out on a small open space. The ground was covered with a quantity of dried bunch grass which a glorious black stallion was cropping. Now he tossed up his head so that some of his long mane fell forward between his ears and at sight of Calder his ears dropped back and his eyes blazed, but when Dan stepped from the willows the ears came forward again with a whinny of greeting. Calder watched the beautiful animal with all the enthusiasm of an expert horseman. Satan was untethered; the
