It fell short, but the look that went with it did not, and Hamilton recoiled.
At that moment Alice arrived.

Her coming was just in time to interrupt Clark, who had turned to the waiting platoon with the order of death on his lips.

She made no noise, save the fluttering of her skirts, and her loud and rapid panting on account of her long, hard run.

She sprang before Long-Hair and faced the platoon.
"You cannot, you shall not kill this man!" she cried in a voice loaded with excitement.

"Put away those guns!" Woman never looked more thrillingly beautiful to man than she did just then to all those rough, stern backwoodsmen.