"Now we'll jest nacherally add up all the points we've made about
Dan--the queer way I found him without a home an' without wantin'
one--that strength he has that's like the power of a mule compared
with a horse--that funny control he has over wild animals so that they
almost seem to know what he means when he simply looks at them (have
you noticed him with Black Bart and Satan?)--then there's the yellow
light that comes in his eyes when he begins to get real mad--you an' I
have both seen it only once, but we don't want to see it again! More
than this there's the way he handles either a knife or a gun. He
hasn't practiced much with shootin' irons, but I never seen him miss a
reasonable mark--or an unreasonable one either, for that matter. I've
spoke to him about it. He said: 'I dunno how it is. I don't see how
a feller can shoot crooked. It jest seems that when I get out a gun
there's a line drawn from the barrel to the thing I'm shootin' at. All
I have to do is to pull the trigger--almost with my eyes closed!' Now,
Kate, do you begin to see what these here things point to?"

"Tell me what you see," she said, "and then I'll tell you what I think
of it all."

"All right," he said. "I see in Dan a man who's different from the
common run of us. I read in a book once that in the ages when men
lived like animals an' had no weapons except sticks and stones, their
muscles must have been two or three times as strong as they are
now--more like the muscles of brutes. An' their hearin' an' their
sight an' their quickness an' their endurance was about three times
more than that of ordinary men. Kate, I think that Dan is one of those
men the book described! He knows animals because he has all the powers
that they have. An' I know from the way his eyes go yellow that he has