You will make it before the storm breaks.

I am going back to have a few words with Jed Hawkins--alone.
Then I will join you, and the Missioner will marry us--" The cloud was gone, and he saw joy and radiance in her face.

Fear had disappeared.

Her eyes were luminous with the golden glow of the night.
Her red lips were parted, entreating him with the lure of their purity and love, and for a moment he held her close in his arms again, kissing her as he might have kissed an angel, while her little hands stroked his face, and she laughed softly and strangely in her happiness--the wonder of a woman's soul rising swiftly out of the sweetness of her girlhood.
And then Jolly Roger set her firmly in the direction she was to go.
"Hurry, little girl," he said.

"Hurry--before the storm breaks!" She went, calling Peter softly, and Jolly Roger strode down the trail, not once looking back, and bent only upon the vengeance he would this night wreak upon the two lowest brutes in creation.