Even the wind seemed to take part in the secret and did not lift the golden hair.

Once the eyes of the child glittered as they turned toward Kate, but otherwise she made no motion, like a rabbit which will not budge until the very shadow of the reaching hand falls over it.
So it was with Joan, and as Kate leaned silently over her she sprang to her feet and darted between the hands of her mother and away among the rocks.

Past the reaching hands of Lee Haines she swerved, but it was only to run straight into the grip of Buck Daniels.

Up to that moment she had not uttered a sound, but now she screamed out, twisted in his arms, and beat furiously against his face.
"Joan!" cried Kate.

"Joan!" She reached Buck and unwound his arms from the struggling body of the child.
"Honey, why are you afraid?
Oh, my baby!" For an instant Joan stood free, wavering, and her eyes held steadily upon her mother bright with nothing but fear and strangeness.