It was last Fall--the wild geese were flying south--and while they were honking in the sky Dan got up, said good-bye, and left us.

We have never seen him again until to-night.

All we knew was that he had ridden south--after the wild geese." A long silence fell between them, for the doctor was thinking hard.
"And when he came back," he said, "Barry did not know you?
I mean you were nothing to him ?" "You were there," said the girl, faintly.
"It is perfectly clear," said Byrne.

"If it were a little more commonplace it might be puzzling, but being so extraordinary it clears itself up.

Did you really expect the dog, the wolf-dog, Black Bart, to remember you ?" "I may have expected it." "But you were not surprised, of course!" "Naturally not." "Yet you see that Dan Barry--Whistling Dan, you call him--was closer to Black Bart than he was to you ?" "Why should I see that ?" "You watched him a moment ago when he was leaning over the dog." He watched her draw her dressing gown closer about her, as though the cold bit more keenly then.
She said simply: "Yes, I saw." "Don't you see that he is simply more in tune with the animal world?
And it's really no more reasonable to expect Black Bart to remember you than it is to expect Dan Barry to remember you?
It's quite plain.