It almost seemed, to the incredulous eyes of Byrne, that the face was filled out a trifle.

Certainly the fire of the old cattleman's glance was less unearthly.
"Where's Dan ?" he called.

"Where'd he go ?" It was no longer the deep, controlled voice of the stoic; it was the almost whining complaint of vital weakness.
"Is there anything I can do for you ?" parried Byrne.

"Anything you need or wish ?" "Him!" answered the old man explosively.

"Damn it, I need Dan! Where is he?
He was here.