He looked closely at Jean as they put up their own tent, and for the first time he saw that the mask had fallen from the half-breed's face, and that it was filled with that same mysterious hopelessness and despair.

Almost roughly he caught him by the shoulder.
"See here, Jean Croisset," he cried impatiently, "you're a man.

What are you afraid of ?" "God," replied Jean so quietly that Philip dropped his hand from his shoulder in astonishment.

"Nothing else in the world am I afraid of, M'sieur!" "Then why--why in the name of that God do you look like this ?" demanded Philip.

"You saw her go into the tent.