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I've forgot what it's about. Let me see. Oh, yes, I remember now. He says you and 'Liab enticed away his servant what's his name? that limber-jinted, whistlin' feller you've had working for you for a spell." "What, Berry?" "That's it, Berry Berry Lawson, That's the very chap. Well, old Granville says you coaxed him to leave his employ, and he's after you under the statute."
"Get Haines back?" said Kilduff, his voice ominously deep. "There ain't no chance of that. If there was I wouldn't have no kick against the chief for what he's done to Kate." "Maybe there's some chance," suggested Rhinehart. "Chance, hell!" cried Kilduff. "One man agin a whole town full? I say all that Jim has done is to get Whistlin' Dan plugged full of lead."
"If there's goin' to be any shootin' of that wolf leave it to Hal Purvis. He's jest nacherally set his heart on it. An' Whistlin' Dan ain't with the wolf. Look! there's a woman's glove hangin' out of his mouth. He picked that up in the willows, maybe, an' followed the girl here. Watch him!" The wolf slunk across the room to the door which opened on Kate's apartment.
"Well," said Purvis, "if that's done, ain't the game worth while?" The rest of the men chuckled and even Kilduff smiled. "Old Joe Cumberland is sure takin' it hard," said "Calamity" Rhinehart. "All day he's been lightin' into the girl." "The funny part," mused Purvis, "is that the old boy really means it. I think he'd of sawed off his right hand to keep her from goin' to Whistlin' Dan."
It's a wolf. An' Whistlin' Dan " he stopped. "You look sort of queer, Hal. What's up?" "You won't think I'm loco?" "No." "They's some folks away up north that thinks a man now an' then turns into a wolf." Buck nodded and shrugged his shoulders. A little chill went up and down his back. "Here's my idea, Buck.
Gibney decided, "an' you'll do my whistlin' for me." He called Scraggs on the howler and explained the situation. "Regular Cook's tour," he exulted. "Personally conducted. Off again, on again, away again, Finnegan and not a nickel's worth of loss unless you count them vegetables you hove at McGuffey. Ain't you proud o' your navigatin' officer, Scraggsy, old tarpot?"
Later, when the three of them were landing at the little pier, close to Kiddie's cabin, Rube said quietly "I remember now, Kiddie, 'bout that footprint or the boot that made it. Nick Undrell wears boots nailed an' clamped like that. An' didn't Abe tell us as Nick had bin seen prowlin' round here? Guess it was Nick's pipe you found in the canoe. What you whistlin' for?" "The dog," returned Kiddie.
Silent would take the men aside and explain his purpose to them. Haines could inform the girl of what she must do. Just before they reached the camp Silent stopped short and took Haines by the shoulder. "They's one thing I can't make out, Lee, an' that's how Whistlin' Dan made his getaway. I'd of bet a thousand bones that he would be dropped before he could touch his shootin' irons.
How the ungodly rapscallions would've gloated over Deacon Klegg's havin' his head shaved an' bein' drummed out o' camp. That thing makes me shiver worse'n the whistlin' o' them awful bullets. But they can't say nothin' now. Deacon Klegg's bin a credit to the church." They were nearing camp. The Captain of Co.
Buddy closed a meaning eye, and his pleasant features wrinkled into that infectious smile. "I'll tell the world I did! After the whistlin' squabs was asleep in their nests I went out among the whippoorwills an' the bats. Ain't it funny how quick folks can learn to put up with bad grammar when you got a jingle in your jeans?
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