But the call of Joan had traveled far, and now a squirrel came in at a gallop with his vast tail bobbing behind him, and ran right up the rock until he was on the shoulder of the child.

From this point of vantage, however, he saw Kate, and was instantly on the floor of the cave and scurrying for the entrance, chattering with rage.
The wild things came to Joan as they came to her father, and the eyes of the child were the eyes of Dan Barry.

It came home to Kate and she saw the truth for the first time in her life.

She had struggled to win him away from his former life, but now she knew that it was not habit which controlled him, for he was wild by instinct, by nature.

Just as the tang of his untamed blood had turned the child to this; and a few days more of life with him would leave her wild forever.
"He left you alone here!" she repeated fiercely.