CHAPTER VIII.
RED WRITING He stirred.
"Dan--dear!" "My head," he muttered, "it sort of aches, Kate, as if--" He was silent and she knew that he remembered.
"You're all right now, honey.

I've come here to take care of you--I won't leave you.

Poor Dan!" "How did you know ?" he asked, the words trailing.
"Black Bart came for me." "Good ol' Bart!" The great wolf slunk closer, and licked the outstretched hand.
"Why, Kate, I'm on the floor and it's dark.

Am I still in Morgan's place?
Yes, I begin to see clearer." He made an effort to rise, but she pressed him back.
"If you try to move right away you may get a fever.

I'm going back to the house, and I'll bring you down some blankets.