Deaf to entreaty, she honestly braved her hazards.

It was a comforting thought after this late exposure of a sham.
In this slightly combative mood he retraced his steps and found himself outside the High Gear Dance Hall, fortified for another possible encounter with the inquiring and obviously sympathetic Montague girl.

He entered and saw that she was not on the set.

The bar-room dance-hall was for the moment deserted of its ribald crew while an honest inhabitant of the open spaces on a balcony was holding a large revolver to the shrinking back of one of the New York men who had lately arrived by the stage.

He forced this man, who was plainly not honest, to descend the stairs and to sign, at a table, a certain paper.