And for you--" The fires in his eyes were nearer the surface now.
"What ?" asked Philip tensely.
"Death--unless you play your part as a man," answered Jean.

There was neither threat nor excitement in his voice, but in his eyes was the thing that Philip understood.

Silently he reached out and gripped the half-breed's hand, For an instant they stood, their faces close, looking into each other's eyes.

And as men see men where the fires of the earth burn low, so they read each other's souls, and their fingers tightened in a clasp of understanding.
"What that part is to be I cannot guess," said Philip, then.

"But I will play it, and it is not fear that will hold me to my promise to her.