They will find out--they will guess--and then--" "John Mark ?" he asked.
"Yes," she exclaimed, realizing that she had said too much, and she pressed her hand over her mouth, looking at Ronicky Doone in a sort of horror.
Jerry Smith had come to his feet at last, but he remained in the background, staring with a befuddled mind at the lovely vision of the girl.

Fear and excitement and pleasure had transformed her face, but she seemed trembling in an agony of desire to be gone.

She seemed invincibly drawn to remain there longer still.

Ronicky Doone stared at her, with a strange blending of pity and admiration.

He knew that the danger was not over by any means, but he began to forget that.
"This way!" called the girl and led toward an opposite door, very low in the wall.
"Lady," said Ronicky gently, "will you hold on one minute?
They won't start to go through the smoke for a while.