"He's comin'!" The doctor flashed his glance upon Kate Cumberland, for when she heard the words she turned pale and her eyes and her lips framed a mute question; but Joe Cumberland drew in a long breath and smiled.
"I knowed it!" he said softly.
The wind whistled somewhere in the house and it brought Buck Daniels leaping to his feet and into the centre of the room.
"He's here!" he yelled.

"God help me, where'll I go now! He's here!" He had drawn his revolver and stood staring desperately about him as if he sought for a refuge in the solid wall.

Almost instantly he recovered himself, however, and dropped the gun back into the holster.
"No, not yet," he said, more to himself than the others.

"It ain't possible, even for Dan." Kate Cumberland rallied herself, though her face was still white.

She stepped to Buck and took both his hands.
"You've been working yourself to death," she said gently.