Her eyes blazed.
"You beat him!" she cried.

"He hates you--hates you--" "Let him go!" called Pierrot in an agony of fear.
"Mon Dieu! I say let him go, or he will tear the life from you!" "He hates you--hates you--hates you--" the Willow was repeating over and over again into McTaggart's startled face.

Then suddenly she turned to her father.

"No, he will not tear the life from me," she cried.
"See! It is Baree.

Did I not tell you that?
It is Baree! Is it not proof that he defended me--" "From me!" gasped McTaggart, his face darkening.
Pierrot advanced and laid a hand on McTaggart's arm.