He could not place himself until he turned his head and saw a meager, broken, rectangular line of light which was the door, and immediately afterwards the voice cried: "Oh, Daddy Dan! And what did the wolf do then ?" "I'm comin' to that, Joan, but don't you talk about wolves so loud or old Black Bart'll think you're talkin' about him.

See him lookin' at you now ?" "But please go on.

I won't say one little word." The man's voice began again, softly, so that not a word was audible to Gregg; he heard the crackle of burning logs upon the hearth; saw the rectangle of light flicker; caught a faint scent of wood smoke, and then he slept once more..