Kate nodded significantly and moved closer to him.
Obedient to his promise, he turned away again and raised his head to sing.

Alternate light and shadow swept across his face and made fire and dark in his hair as the wind tossed the flame back and forth.

At the other side of her McTee rested upon one elbow.

Whenever she turned her head, she caught the steel-cold glitter of his eyes.
The first note from Harrigan's lips was low and faltering and off key; she trembled lest McTee should understand, but the Scotchman attributed the emotion to another cause.

As his singing continued, moreover, it increased in power and steadiness.