His size, his action, the tone of his voice had been reassuring.

But Helen must decide from what she saw in his face whether or not to trust him.

And that face was clear bronze, unlined, unshadowed, like a tranquil mask, clean-cut, strong-jawed, with eyes of wonderful transparent gray.
"Yes, I'll trust you," she said.

"Get in, and let us hurry.

Then you can explain." "All ready, Bill.