They saw the fever-bright eyes of Dan open. They heard him murmur petulantly, his glance wandering. Her hand passed across his forehead, and then her touch lingered on the bandage which surrounded his left shoulder. She cried out at that, and Dan's glance checked in its wandering and fixed upon the face which leaned above him. They saw his eyes brighten, widen, and a frown gradually contract his forehead. Then his hand went up slowly and found hers.
He whispered something.
"What did he say?" murmured Sam.
"I dunno," she answered. "I think it was 'Delilah!' See her shrink!"
"Shut up!" cautioned Sam. "Ma, he's comin' to his senses!"
There was no doubt of it now, for a meaning had come into his eyes.
"Shall I take her away?" queried Sam in a hasty whisper. "He may do the girl harm. Look at the yaller in his eyes!"
"No," said his wife softly, "it's time for us to leave 'em alone."
"But look at him now!" he muttered. "He's makin' a sound back in his throat like the growl of a wolf! I'm afeard for the gal, ma!"
"Sam, you're an old fool!"
