When Black Bart returned without Joan, without even a note of answer about his neck, the master made ready to take by force. First he went over his new outfit¹ of saddle and guns, looking to every strap² of the former, and the latter, revolvers and rifle, he weighed and balanced with a meditative³ look, as if he were memorizing their qualities against a time of need. With Satan saddled and Bart on guard at the mouth of the cave, he gathered up all the accumulation of odds⁴ and ends, provisions, skins, and made a stirring bonfire in the middle of the gravel⁵ floor. It was like burning his bridges before starting out to the battle; he turned his back to the cave and started on his journey.  
He had to travel in a loose semicircle, for there were two points which he must reach on the ride, the town of Alder⁶, where lived the seventh man who must die for Grey Molly, and the Cumberland ranch⁷, last of all, where he would take Joan. Very early after his start he reached the plateau where he had lived all those years with Kate, and he found it already sinking back to ruin, with nothing in the corrals, and the front door swinging to and fro idly in the wind, just as Joan had often played with it. Inside, he knew, the rooms were empty; a current of air down the chimney had scattered⁸ the ashes from the hearth⁹ all about the living room. Here must be a chair overturned, and there the sand had drifted through the open door. All this he saw clearly enough with his mind's eye, and urged Satan forward. For a chill like the falling of sudden night had swept over him, and he shrugged¹⁰ his shoulders with relief when he swept past the house. Yet when he came to the long down-slope which pitched into the valley so far below him, he called Satan to a halt again, and swung to look at the house. He could hear the clatter¹¹ of the front door as it swung; it seemed to be waving a farewell to him.
 
It was all the work of a moment, to ride back, gather a quantity of paper and readily inflammable materials, soak them in oil, and scratch a match. The flames swept up the sides of the logs and caught on the ceiling first of all, and Dan Barry stood in the center of the room until the terrified whining¹² of Black Bart and the teeth of the wolf-dog at his trousers made him turn and leave the house. Outside, he found Satan trembling between two temptations, the first to run as far and as fast as he could from that most terrible thing—fire; and the second to gallop¹³ straight into the blaze. The voice of the master, a touch quieted him, and Black Bart lay down at the feet of the master and looked up into his face.
 
By this time the fire had licked away a passage through the roof and through this it sent up a yellow hand that flicked¹⁴ up and down like a signal, or a beckoning¹⁵, and then shot up a tall, steady, growing, roaring column of red. No man could say what went through the mind of Dan Barry as he stood there watching the house of his building burn, but now he turned and threw his arms over the neck and back of Satan, and dropped his forehead against the withers¹⁶ of the black. It troubled the stallion. He turned his head, and nosed the shoulder of the master gently, and Black Bart, in an agony of anxiety, reared up beside Dan and brought his head almost up to the head of the man; there he whined¹⁷ pleadingly for never before had he seen the master hide his face.
 
A deep, short report made the master stand away from Satan. The fire had reached a small stock of powder, and the shock of the explosion was followed by a great crashing and rending¹⁸ as an inner wall went down. That fall washed a solid mass of yellow flame across the front door, but the fire fell back, and then Dan saw the doll which he himself had made for Joan; it had been thrown by the smashing of the wall squarely in front of the door, and now the fire reached after it—long arms across the floor. It was an odd contrivance, singularly made of carved wood and with arms and legs fastened on by means of bits of strong sinew, and Joan prized it above all the rosy¹⁹ faced dolls which Kate had bought for her. For an instant Dan stood watching the progress of the fire, then he leaped through the door, swerved²⁰ back as an arm of fire shot out at him, ran forward again, caught up the doll and was outside rubbing away the singed²¹ portions of brows and lashes²².
 
He did not wait until the house was consumed, but when the flames stood towering above the roof, shaking out to one side with a roar when the wind struck them, he mounted Satan once more, and made for the valley.
 
He wanted to reach Alder at dark, and he gauged²³ the time of his ride so accurately²⁴ that when he pulled out of the mouth of Murphy's Pass, the last light of the day was still on the mountains and in the pass, but it was already dark in the village, and a score of lights twinkled up at him like eyes.
 
He left Satan and Bart well outside the town, for even in the dark they might easily be recognized, and then walked straight down the street of Alder. It was a bold thing to do, but he knew that the first thing which is seen and suspected is the

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