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Updated: May 16, 2025
"With Satan and Black Bart" the wolf-dog had glided near, and now stood watching "and with Daddy Dan, you just come to me. But if you want to go to to Munner, you just go." On his face the struggle showed the struggle to be perfectly just. "If you stay here, maybe it'll be cold, sometimes when the wind blows, and maybe it'll be hard other ways.
Kate stopped that piercing call with her hand, but when she turned, she saw in the entrance the dark body of Bart and his narrow, snake-like head. "It's Dan," whispered Kate. "He's come." "Maybe Daddy Dan sent Bart back alone, munner." "Does he do that often? Come quickly, Joan. Run!"
It was not sudden terror, but rather a resolute determination to struggle against capture to the end, and her blue eyes were blazing with excitement. Kate was on her knees with her arms held out. "Joan, dear, have you forgotten munner?" The wildness flickered away from the eyes of the child little by little. "Munner?" she repeated dubiously.
Bad Bart!" He caught the edge of her dress and drew back toward the door, and this threw Joan into a sudden panic. She struck Bart across his wrinkled forehead. "Go away!" he slunk back, snarling at the puppy. "Go back to Daddy Dan." Then, as he pricked his ears, still growling like distant thunder: "Go tell Daddy Dan that Joan has to stay here a while. Munner, how long?" "Maybe a week, dear."
But as she turned towards the entrance to the cave and caught the hand of Joan, the child wrenched herself free. "We'll never come back," she wailed. "Munner, I won't go!" "Joan, come to me this instant." Grief and fear and defiance had set the child trembling, but what the mother saw was the glint of the eyes, uneasy, hunting escape with animal cunning.
Perhaps the speech was rather long for Joan to follow, but the conclusion was plain enough; and there was Kate, she also upon one knee and her arms stretched out. "Joan, my baby, my darling!" "Munner!" whispered the child and ran towards her. A growl came up in the throat of Black Bart and then sank away into a whine; Joan stopped short, and turned her head. "Joan!" cried Kate.
Another call died away on the lips of Joan. She looked at her mother with astonishment and then with a new respect. "If you cry once more, munner whip!" And Joan was silent, staring with wonder and defiance. When they came close to the cabin, Lee Haines drew rein, but Kate motioned him on. "Where to?" he called. "Back to the old ranch," she answered. "We've got to have help."
She knew perfectly well that Satan would have it in the end, for of all living things not even Munner had such power over Dan as the black stallion. He maneuvered adroitly. First he circled the table and stood opposite the master, begging with his eyes, but Dan looked fixedly down at the rock until an impatient whinny called up his eyes. Then he pretended the most absolute surprise.
"You don't want me here at dinner-time? Poor munner will get so hungry." A great concession was about to burst from the remorseful lips of Joan, but again second thought sobered her. She remained in a quandary, unable to speak. "Don't you want me even when you wake up at night?" "Why?" "Because you're so afraid of the dark." "Joan's not afraid. Oh, no! Joan loves the dark."
"Munner?" she repeated, frowning in wonder. "Why, munner is my munner." "Oh," smiled he, "and who's your pa?" "What?" "Who's your father? Who's your dad?" "Daddy Dan. You ask a lot of things," she added, disapprovingly. "Come on in," pleaded Vic Gregg, "and I won't ask nothin' more about you." "Munner says no," she repeated.
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