Mrs. Daniels removed the last doubt by running her finger across the surface of the glass. It left an unmistakable mark.
They wasted no moment then. They brought hot and cold water, washed out his wound, cleansed away the blood; and while Mrs. Daniels and her husband fixed the bandage, Buck pounded and rubbed the limp body to restore the circulation. In a few minutes his efforts were rewarded by a great sigh from Dan.
He shouted in triumph, and then: "By God, it's Whistlin' Dan Barry."
"It is!" said Sam. "Buck, they's been devils workin' tonight. It sure took more'n one man to nail him this way."
They fell to work frantically. There was a perceptible pulse, the breathing was faint but steady, and a touch of colour came in the face.
"His arm will be all right in a few days," said Mrs. Daniels, "but he may fall into a fever. He's turnin' his head from side to side and talkin'. What's he sayin', Buck?"
"He's sayin': 'Faster, Satan.'"
"That's the hoss," interpreted Sam.
"'Hold us straight, Bart!' That's what he's sayin' now."
"That's the wolf."