"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."
