"Nor does his master." Her eyes lifted to his, the lids drooping suggestively.

"But when the pact is made--!" "Till death us do part ?" "Death or ruin." "Death is better." "That depends!" "Ah! I understand," she said.
"On--the woman ?" "Yes." Then he became silent.

"Mount the horse," she urged.
Gaston sprang at one bound upon the horse's bare back.

Saracen reared and wheeled.
"Splendid!" she said; then, presently: "Take me up with you." He looked doubting for a moment, then whispered to the horse.
"Come quickly," he said.
She came to the side of the horse.

He stooped, caught her by the waist, and lifted her up.