The help which Lee Haines wanted, it turned out, was guidance across a difficult stretch of country which he and Daniels wanted to , and while he talked Barry listened uneasily. It was constitutionally impossible for him to say no when a favor was asked of him, and Haines counted heavily on that characteristic; in the meantime Black Bart lay on the with his wistful eyes turned up to the master; and Buck Daniels went to Kate on the farther side of the room. She sat quivering, alternately crushing and Joan with the strength of her . Buck drew a chair close, with his back half towards the fire.  
“Turn around a little, Kate,” he cautioned. “Don't let Dan see your face.”
 
She obeyed him automatically.
 
“Is there a hope, Buck? What have I done to deserve this? I don't want to live; I want to die! I want to die!”
 
“Steady, steady!” he cut in, and his face was working. “If you keep on like this you'll down in a minute or two. And you know what tears do to Dan; he'll be out of this house like a scairt coyote. up!”
 
She struggled and won a partial control.
 
“I'm fighting hard, Buck.”
 
“Fight harder still. You ought to know him better than I do. When he's like this it drives him wild to have other folks thinkin' about him.”
 
He looked over to Dan. In spite of the bowed head of the latter as he listened to Haines he gave an impression of electric to all that was around him.
 
“Talk soft,” whispered Buck. “Maybe he knows we're talkin' about him.”
 
He raised his voice out of the whisper, breaking in on a sentence about Joan, as if this were the of their talk. Then he lowered his tone again.
 
“Think quick. Talk soft. Do you want Dan kept here?”
 
“For God's sake, yes.”
 
“Suppose the posse gets him here?”
 
“We musn't the law.”
 
They were their voices with the closest precision. Talking like this so close to Barry was like dancing among of nitroglycerine. Once, and once only, Lee Haines cast a desperate eye across to them, begging them to come to his rescue, then he went back to his talk with Dan, raising his voice to shelter the conference of the other two.
 
“If they come, he'll fight.”
 
“No, he isn't at the fighting pitch yet, I know!”
 
“If you're wrong they'll be dead men here.”
 
“He sees no difference between the death of a horse and the death of a man. He feels that the law has no score against him. He'll go quietly.”
 
“And we'll find ways of fightin' the law?”
 
“Yes, but it needs money.”
 
“I've got a stake.”
 
“God bless you, Buck.”
 
“Take my advice.”
 
“What?”
 
“Let him go now.”
 
She glanced at him wildly.
 
“Kate, he's gone already.”
 
“No, no, no!”
 
“I say he's gone. Look at his eyes.”
 
“I don't dare.”
 
“The yaller is comin' up in 'em. He's wild again.” She shook her head in mute agony. Buck Daniels , 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, , going round and round his subject again and again, and Barry listened with bowed head, but his eyes were 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 around the cabin; and the forehead of Haines whitened and with sweat. His voice was the only living thing in the cabin, after a time, his imaginary plans for the benefit of Barry—his voice and the wistful eyes of Joan which kept steadily on Daddy Dan. Something has come between them and lifted a barrier which she could not understand, ............