God, but I would have liked to grip the fellow where he stood--all the bottled-up hatred in my soul struggling for action.

Yet that would only mean the death of all hope, and I turned my eyes away from him, and stared with the others at the opening door.

I failed to catch the words Gunsaules uttered, but they were instantly responded to.

Out into the full light of the cabin the woman came, and halted, barely a step in advance of the steward, her head uplifted proudly, her eyes on us.

Never before had I realized her beauty, her personality, as I did then.