She felt the hot passion of his lips on her face, heard his voice--and then came a moment's freedom, and air into her strangled lungs.

Pierrot was calling! He had come to the fork in the trail, and he was calling the Willow's name! McTaggart's hot hand came over her mouth.
"Don't answer," she heard him say.
Strength--anger--hatred flared up in her, and fiercely she struck the hand down.

Something in her wonderful eyes held McTaggart.

They blazed into his very soul.
"Bete noir!" she panted at him, freeing herself from the last touch of his hands.

"Beast--black beast!" Her voice trembled, and her face flamed.