He's wild again." She shook her head in mute agony.

Buck Daniels groaned, softly.
"Then they's goin' to be a small-sized hell started around this cabin before mornin'." He got up and went slowly back towards the fire.

Lee Haines was talking steadily, leisurely, going round and round his subject again and again, and Barry listened with bowed head, but his eyes were fixed upon those of the wolf-dog at his feet.

When he grew restless, Haines chained him to the chair with some direct question, yet it was a hard game to play.
All this time the posse might be gathering around the cabin; and the forehead of Haines whitened and glistened with sweat.

His voice was the only living thing in the cabin, after a time, sketching his imaginary plans for the benefit of Barry--his voice and the wistful eyes of Joan which kept steadily on Daddy Dan.