She saved your life.

Now I ask you to help me save hers; or, if not her life, what is infinitely more, her honor." "Her honor!" cried Father Beret, leaping to his feet so suddenly and with such energy that the cabin shook from base to roof.

"What do you say, Captain Farnsworth?
What do you mean ?" The old man was transformed.

His face was terrible to see, with its narrow, burning eyes deep under the shaggy brows, its dark veins writhing snakelike on the temples and forehead, the projected mouth and chin, the hard lines of the jaws, the iron-gray gleam from all the features--he looked like an aged tiger stiffened for a spring.
Farnsworth was made of right soldierly stuff; but he felt a distinct shiver flit along his back.

His past life had not lacked thrilling adventures and strangely varied experiences with desperate men.