Her blue eyes flashed a fire in which Philip in his amazement no longer saw fear, but defiance.

Her hands were clenched.
She seemed taller.

Back into her cheeks there burned swiftly two points of flame.

All at once she put out a hand and drew him back, so that the cap of the ridge concealed them from the lake.
"An hour ago those canoes would have made me run off into the forest--and hide," she said.

"But now I am not afraid! Do you understand ?" "Then you trust me ?" "Absolutely." "But--surely--there is something that you should tell me: Who they are, what your danger is, what I am to do." "I am hoping that I am mistaken," she replied.