So a hungry man might cry out at the sight of food.

Down the length of the barroom he darted and was drawing his gun as he whipped through the doors.

A common rush followed him, and those who reached the open first saw Buck Daniels leaning far forward in his saddle and spurring desperately into the gloom of the night.

Instantly he was only a twinkling figure in the shadows, and the beat of the hoofs rattled back at them.

Dan Barry stood with his gun poised high for a second or more.
Then he turned, dropped the gun into the holster, and with the same strange, unearthly cry of eagerness, he raced off in the direction of the barns.
There were some who followed him even then, and this is what they reported to incredulous ears when they returned.