And then David looked again beyond the bars.  The staring faces had drawn nearer to the cage, bewildered, stupefied, disbelieving, like the faces of stone images.  For a space it was so quiet that it seemed to him they must hear his panting breath and the choking gurgle that was still in Brokaw’s throat.  The victor!  He flung back his shoulders and held up his head, though he had great desire to stagger against one of the bars and rest.  He could see the Girl and Hauck—­and now the girl was standing alone, looking at him.  She had seen him!  She had seen him beat that giant beast, and a great pride rose in his breast and spread in a joyous light over his bloody face.  Suddenly he lifted his hand and waved it at her.  In a flash she was coming to him.  She would have broken her way through the cordon of men, but Hauck stopped her.  He had seen Hauck talking swiftly to two of the white men.  And now Hauck caught the girl and held her back.  David knew that he was dripping red and he was glad that she came no nearer.  Hauck was telling her to go to the house, and David nodded, and with a movement of his hand made her understand that she must obey.  Not until he saw her going did he pick up his shirt and step out among the men.  Three or four of the whites went to Brokaw.  The rest stared at him still in that amazed silence as he passed among them.  He nodded and smiled at them, as though beating Brokaw had not been such a terrible task after all.  He noticed there was scarcely an expression in the faces of the Indians.  And then he found himself face to face with Hauck, and a step or two behind Hauck were the two white men he had talked to so hurriedly.  One of them was the man David had brushed against in passing through the big room.  There was a grin in his face now.  There was a grin in Hauck’s face, and a grin in the face of the third man, and to David’s astonishment Hauck thrust out his hand.

“Shake, Raine!  I’d have bet a thousand to fifty you were loser, but there wasn’t a dollar going your way.  A great fight!”

He turned to the other two.

“Take Raine to his room, boys.  Help ’im wash up.  I’ve got to see to Brokaw—­an’ this crowd.”

David protested.  He was all right.  He needed only water and soap, both of which were in his room, but Hauck insisted that it wasn’t square, and wouldn’t look right, if he didn’t have friends as well as Brokaw.  Brokaw had forced the affair so suddenly that none of them had had time or thought to speak an encouraging or friendly word before the fight.  Langdon and Henry would go with him now.  He walked between the two to the Nest, and entered his room with them.  Langdon, the tall man who had looked hatred at him last night, poured water into a tin basin while Henry, the smaller man, closed his door.  They appeared quite companionable, especially Langdon.

“Didn’t like you last night,” he confessed frankly.  “Thought you was one of them damned police, running your nose into our business mebby.”