Then the head of the wolf-dog jerked up; he was staring at something in the distance, and there was nothing under heaven that Bart would raise his head to look at in this manner except one thing.

The fingers of Kate grew stiff, and trembled.

Slowly, in a panic, she finished the knot, and then she was aware of someone who had approached without sound and now stood behind her.
She looked up, at length, before she rose to her feet.
Thankfulness welled up warm in her heart to find her voice steady and commonplace when she said: "The wound is much better.

Bart will be well in a very few days now." Whistling Dan did not answer, and his wondering eyes glanced past her own.

She saw that he was staring at a double row of white indentations on her forearm, where the teeth of Black Bart had set.