"Will you go ?" he roared.
"No!" He dropped her wrists, caught her up in his arms as if she had been a kitten, and leaped into the shadow of the trees that leaned over the road from the yard.

The rifle rang out again, and the little ball whistled venomously overhead.

Harkless ran along the fence and turned in at the gate.
A loose strand of the girl's hair blew across his cheek, and in the moon her head shone with gold.

She had light-brown hair and gray eyes and a short upper lip like a curled rose-leaf.

He set her down on the veranda steps.