his assault to resist. The power she had undertaken to estimate was
in his eyes, strong, plain, relentless.

"And because you remember I can see the hardness going from your
eyes, the tenderness replacing it. The flush in your cheek is not so
much of anger as it was, your heart is not beating in rebellion as
it was, and all because you cannot forget--you will not forget."

"This is madness," she cried, shivering as with a mighty chill.

"Madness it may be, Dorothy, but--well, because we have not
forgotten the days when we were sweethearts, I am claiming this day
of you and you must give it to me for the same reason. You must say
to me that you give it willingly," he half whispered, intensely. She
could only look helplessly into his eyes.

From the rumble Turk saw nothing, neither did he hear.






XIII

SOME UGLY LOOKING MEN