"You've chosen this life, Dan, I won't blame you for leaving me this time any more than I blamed you the other times.I suppose it isn't you.It's the same impulse, after all, that took you south after--after the wild geese." She stopped, almost broken down by the memory, and then recalled herself sternly."It's the same thing that led you away after MacStrann through the storm.But whether it's a weakness in you, or the force of something outside your control, I see this thing clearly; we can't go on.
This is the end."
He seemed troubled, vaguely, as a dog is anxious when it sees a child weep and cannot make out the reason.
"Oh, Dan," she burst out, "I love you more than ever! If it were I alone, I'd follow you to the end of the world, and live as you live, and do as you do.But it's Joan.She has to be raised as a child should be raised.She isn't going to live with--with wild horses and wolves all her life.And if she stays on here, don't you see that the same thing which is a curse in you will grow strong and be a curse in her? Don't you see it growing? It's in her eyes! Her step is too light.She's lost her fear of the dark.She's drifting back into wildness.Dan, she has to go with me back to the cabin!"At that she saw him start again, and his hand went out with a swift, subtle gesture towards Joan.
"Let me have her! I have to have her! She's mine!" Then more gently: "You can come to see her whenever you will.And, finally pray God you will come and stay with us always."He had stepped to Joan while she spoke, and his hands made a quick movement of cherishing about her golden head, without touching it.For the first and the last time in her life, she saw something akin to fear in his eyes.
"Kate, I can't come back.I got things to do--out here!""Then let me take her."
She watched the wavering in him.
"Things would be kind of empty if she was gone, Kate.""Why?" she asked bitterly."You say you have your work to do--out here?"He considered this gravely.
"I dunno.Except that I sort of need her."She knew from of old that such questions only puzzled him, and soon he would cast away the attempt to decide, and act.Action was his sphere.
There was only one matter in which he was unfailingly, relentlessly the same, and that was justice.To that sense in him she would make her last appeal.
"Dan, I can't take her.I only ask you to see that I'm right.She belongs to me, I bought her with pain."It was a staggering blow to Whistling Dan.He took off his sombrero and passed his hand slowly across his forehead, then looked at her with a dumb appeal.
"I only want you to do the thing you think is square, Dan."Once more he winced.
Then, slowly: "I'm tryin' to be square.Tryin' hard.I know you got a claim in her.But it seems like I have, too.She's like a part of me, mostly.
When she's happy, I feel like smilin' sort of.When she cries it hurts me so's I can't hardly stand it."He paused, looking wistfully from the staring child to Kate.
He said with sudden illumination: "Let her do the judgin'! You ask her to go to you, and I'll ask her to come to me.Ain't that square?"For a moment Kate hesitated, but as she looked at Joan it seemed to her that when she stretched out her arms to her baby nothing in the world could keep them apart.
"It's fair," she answered.Dan dropped to one knee.
"Joan, you got to make up your mind.If you want to stay with, with Satan--speak up, Satan!"
The stallion whinnied softly, and Joan smiled.
"With Satan and Black Bart"--the wolf-dog had glided near, and now stood watching--"and with Daddy Dan, you just come to me.But if you want to go to--to Munner, you just go." On his face the struggle showed--the struggle to be perfectly just."If you stay here, maybe it'll be cold, sometimes when the wind blows, and maybe it'll be hard other ways.And if you go to munner, she always be takin' care of you, and no harm'll ever come to you and you'll sleep soft between sheets, and if you wake up in the night she'll be there to talk to you.And you'll have pretty little dresses with all kinds of colors on 'em, most like.Joan, do you want to go to munner, or stay here with me?"Perhaps the speech was rather long for Joan to follow, but the conclusion was plain enough; and there was Kate, she also upon one knee and her arms stretched out.
"Joan, my baby, my darling!"
"Munner!" whispered the child and ran towards her.
A growl came up in the throat of Black Bart and then sank away into a whine; Joan stopped short, and turned her head.
"Joan!" cried Kate.
Anguish made her voice loud, and from the loudness Joan shrank, for there was never a harsh sound in the cave except the growl of Bart warning away danger.She turned quite around and there stood Daddy Dan, perfectly erect, quite indifferent, to all seeming, as to her choice.She went to him with a rush and caught at his hands.
"Oh, Daddy Dan, I don't want to go.Don't you want Joan?"He laid a hand upon her head, and she felt the tremor of his fingers; the wolf-dog lay down at her feet and looked up in her face; Satan, from the shadows beyond, whinnied again.
After that there was not a word spoken, for Kate looked at the picture of the three, saw the pity in the eyes of Whistling Dan, saw the wonder in the eyes of Joan, saw the truth of all she had lost.She turned towards the entrance and went out, her head bowed, stumbling over the pebbles.
