He took it as if he didn't feel the whip on his shoulders, an' he smiled.

But there came up a yellow light in his eyes that made me feel as if a man was standin' right behind me with a bare knife in his hand an' smilin' jest like the kid was doin'.

Finally I simply backed out of the room, an' since that day there ain't been man or beast ever has put a hand on Whistlin' Dan.

To this day I reckon he ain't quite forgiven me." "Why!" she cried, "I have never heard him mention it!" "That's why I know he's not forgotten it.

Anyway, Kate, I locked him in his room, but he wouldn't promise not to run away.