I shall not return into the South.

From this hour begins the hunt for the cowardly devils who have tried to murder me.

Before dawn every man on the Wekusko will be in the search, and if we find them there shall be no mercy.

Will you help me, or--" She struck his hands from her face, springing back before he had finished.

He saw a sudden change of expression; her lips grew tense and firm; from the death whiteness of her face there faded slowly away the look of soft pleading, the quivering lines of fear.