Then she felt her wrist seized in a grip of iron.

The revolver, which she was still holding, fell to the ground, and Cecil calmly picked it up and thrust it into his pocket.
"You have played the game very well, Kate," he said.

"Now I think it is our turn." She looked at him indignantly, but without any trace of fear.
"You brute!" she exclaimed.

"Can't you see that he has fainted?
Do you want him to die here ?" "Not in the least," Cecil answered.

"Here, Forrest, you take care of this," he added, passing the revolver over to him.