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Chapter 24. The Music
 To the last ravine Kate's horse carried her easily enough, but that mountain pass was impenetrable through all its length to anything except the uncanny agility1 of Satan, and so she left the cow-pony in the bottom of the gorge2 and climbed the last rise on foot.  
On the mountainside above her, it was not easy to locate the cave, for the slope was clawed into ravines and confused with meaningless criss-cross gulches3. Whatever scrub evergreens4 grew there stood under the shade of boulders6 which threatened each instant to topple over and go thundering to the base. She had come upon the cave by chance in her ride with Dan, and now she hunted vainly through the great stones for the entrance. A fresh wind, chill with the snows of the upper peaks, pulled and tugged7 at her and cut her face and hands with flying bits of sand. It kept up a whistling so insistent8 that it was some time before she recognized in the hum of the gale9 a different note, not of pleasant music, but a thin, shrill10 sound that blended with the voice of the wind.
 
The instant she heard it she stopped short on the lee side of a tall rock and looked about her in terror. The mountains walked away on every side, and those resolute11 masses gave her courage. She listened, for the big rock cut away the breath of the wind about her ears and she could make out the whistling more clearly. It was a strain as delicate as a pin point ray of light in a dark room, but it made Kate tremble.
 
Until the sound ended she stayed there by the rock, hearkening, but the moment it ceased she gathered her resolution with a great effort and went straight toward the source of the whistling. It was only a moment away, although the wind had made it seem much farther, and she came on the tall, narrow opening with Joan sitting on a rock just within. Instead of the blue cloak, she was wrapped in a tawny12 hide, and the yellow hair blew this way and that, unsheltered from the wind. The loneliness of the little figure made Kate's heart ache, made her pause on her way, and while she hesitated, Joan's head rested back against the rock, her eyes half closed, her lips pursed, she began to whistle that same keen, eerie13 music.
 
It brought Kate to her in a rush.
 
“Oh Joan!” she cried. “My baby!”
 
And she would have swept the child into her arms, but Joan slipped out from under her very fingers and stood a little distance off with her hands pressed against the wall on either side of her, ready to dart14 one way or the other. It was not sudden terror, but rather a resolute determination to struggle against capture to the end, and her blue eyes were blazing with excitement. Kate was on her knees with her arms held out.
 
“Joan, dear, have you forgotten munner?”
 
The wildness flickered15 away from the eyes of the child little by little.
 
“Munner?” she repeated dubiously18.
 
No shout of welcome, no sudden rush, no arms to fling about her mother. But if her throat was dry and closed Kate allowed no sign of it to creep into her voice.
 
“Where's Daddy Dan?”
 
“He's gone away.”
 
“Where?”
 
“Oh—over there!”
 
The mother rose slowly to her feet, and looked out across the mountains as if in search of aid. For her mind had harked back to that story her father used to tell of the coming of Dan Barry; how he had ridden across the hills one evening and saw, walking against the sunset, a tattered19 boy who whistled strangely as he went, and when old Joe Cumberland asked where he was going he had only waved a vague hand toward the north and answered, “Oh—over there. It was sufficient destination for him, it was sufficient explanation now for the child. She remembered how she, herself a child then, had sat at her father's table and watched the brown face of the strange boy with fascination20, and the wild, quick eyes which went everywhere and rested in no one place. They were the eyes which looked up to her now from Joan's face, and she felt suddenly divorced from her baby, as if all the blood in Joan were the blood of her father.
 
“He left you here alone?” she murmured.
 
The child looked at her with a sort of curious amazement21.
 
“Joan isn't alone.”
 
She whistled softly, and around the corner of the rock peered two tiny, beady-bright eyes, and the sharp nose of a coyote puppy. It disappeared at once at the sight of the stranger, and now all the strength went from Kate. She slipped helplessly down, and sat on a boulder5 trying to think, trying to master the panic which chilled her; for she thought of the day when Whistling Dan brought home to the Cumberland Ranch22 the wounded wolf-dog, Black Bart. But the call of Joan had traveled far, and now a squirrel came in at a gallop23 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 scurrying24 for the entrance, chattering26 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. “Where a thousand things might happen. Thank God I've found you.”
 
Even if her words conveyed little meaning to Joan, the intonation27 carried a message which was perfectly28 clear.
 
“Don't you like Daddy Dan?”
 
“Joan, Joan, I love him! Of course.”
 
But Joan sat with a dubious17
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