Only let me out of the d--d place!" A flash of triumph lit up Forrest's face, but it lasted only for a second.

Kate had suddenly turned upon them, and was standing with her back to the wall.

The hand which had been hidden in the folds of her dress so long, was suddenly outstretched.

There was a roar which rang through the place like the rattle of artillery, the smell of gunpowder, and a little cloud of smoke.

Through it they could see her face; her lips parted in a smile, the wild disorder of her hair, her sea-stained gown, her splendid pose, all seemed to make her the central figure of the little tableau.
"I have five more barrels," she said.