There was no power there able to protect her from the lawful authority of a husband; nor could she deny that authority, if he held in his hands the proof.

No, I must find an unknown path, an untraveled trail.

Our only hope lay in baffling pursuit, in getting far beyond Kirby's grip.

For the moment I felt reasonably safe where we were--but only for the moment.

We could rest on this isolated island, barely lifting itself above the swamp, and plan our future, but within the limits of another day, probably, those fellows would discover signs of our passage, faint as they were, and follow us.