"I know what you mean." "But I watched him ride down the slope," she cried joyously, "and I saw the posse close on him--almost on top of him when he reached the valley.
I saw the flash of their guns.

I saw them shoot.

I wasn't afraid that Dan would be hurt, for he seems to wear a charm against bullets--I wasn't much afraid of that, but I dreaded to see him turn and go back through that posse like a storm.

But--" she caught both hands to her breast and her bright face tilted up--"even when the bullets must have been whistling around him he didn't look back.

He rode straight on and on, out of view, and I knew"-- her voice broke with emotion--"oh, Buck, I knew that he had won, and I had won; that he was safe forever; that there was no danger of him ever slipping back into that terrible other self; I knew that I'd never again have to dream of that whistling in the wind; I knew that he was ours--Joan's and mine." "By God," broke out Buck, "I'm happier than if you'd found a gold mine, Kate.