She remembered that her father had dreaded the very thing that had come to Dan--this first taste of his own powers--this first taste (she shuddered) of blood! "Dan, you've told me that you like me.

You have to make a choice now, between pursuing this man, and me." "You don't understand," he explained carefully.

"I _got_ to follow him.

I can't help it no more'n Black Bart can help howlin' when he sees the moon." He fell silent, listening.

Far across the hills came the plaintive wail of a coyote--that shrill bodiless sound.