Pelly and the wounded man did not see, but on Carter's lips was a strange smile.

His eyes met Kent's, and there was revealed for an instant a silent flash of comradeship and an unmistakable something else.

Carter was glad! It made Kent want to reach out and grip his hand, but in place of that he backed him into the cell, turned the key in the lock, and with the key in his hand faced Marette Radisson.

Her eyes were shining gloriously.

He had never seen such splendid, fighting eyes, nor the birdlike swiftness with which she turned and ran down the hall, calling him to follow her.
He was only a step behind her in passing Kedsty's office.