He felt his faithful Colt, and the feel of the butt was like the touch of a friendly hand before he opened the door.
She was dressed in white and made a glimmering figure in the darkness of the hall, and her hair glimmered, also, almost as if it possessed a light and a life of its own.

Ronicky Doone saw that she was a very pretty girl, indeed.

Yes, it must be Caroline Smith.

The very perfume of young girlhood breathed from her, and very sharply and suddenly he wondered why he should be here to fight the battle of Bill Gregg in this matter--Bill Gregg who slept peacefully and stupidly in the room across the street! She had turned away, giving him only a side glance, as he came out.
"I don't know what's on, something big.

The chief's going to give you your big chance--with me." Ronicky Doone grunted.
"Don't do that," exclaimed the girl impatiently.