7/14 It was something like the act of the wolf the moment before; a swift movement--a flash of the eyes in something like defiance. He felt like shouting in triumph; yet he remembered once more how the girl had gone up the stairs, wearily, with fallen head. He decided that he would do what he could to keep the stranger with them, and though Randall Byrne lived to be a hundred he would never do a finer thing than what he attempted then. He stepped across the room and stood before Barry, blocking the way. "He'll be a pile rested when he wakes up. |