She saw him dimly through the driving mist that was between them, but he loomed big, gigantic, as he stood there, motionless in the instant following the attack, watching Link.
Then the scene changed swiftly.

Link was still on the floor when Givens leaped into the cabin.

He held a heavy piece of cordwood in one hand, and as he entered the door he paused for an instant, plainly blinded by the light and the snow.

His face was hideous with passion.
Until now, the lamp had been fluttering in the rush of wind.

As Givens stood, trying to peer around him, the light spluttered and went out, plunging the cabin into a darkness but little relieved by the dull, red flames in the fireplace.
It was still light enough for the girl to see, however; and she gasped as she watched Link scramble to his feet and lunge toward the axe.