Joan sat up with a start; she would have cried out, bewildered, but now she heard a noise on the gravel, and turned to see Daddy Dan entering the cave with Satan behind him, quite distinctly outlined by the sunset outside.

Black Bart walked first, looking back over his shoulder as though he led the way.
It was partly because the black, silhouetted figures awed her, somewhat, and partly because she wished to give Daddy Dan a gay surprise, that Joan did not run to him.

And then, in the darkness, she heard Satan munching the dried grass, and the squeak and rattle as the saddle was drawn off and hung up, scraping against the rock.
"What you been doin', Bart ?" queried the voice of Daddy Dan, and the last of Joan's fears fell from her as she listened.

"You act kind of worried.

If you been runnin' rabbits all day and got your pads full of thorns I'll everlastin'ly treat you rough." The wolf-dog whined.
"Well, speak up.