THE GHOST TREE Claire Standish had followed Brice to the curtained doorway of the library.

She, too, had heard the light step in the hall.
Its sound, and the galvanizing effect it had had on Gavin, aroused her sharp interest.
She reached the hallway just in time to see Hade swing open the door and admit the thronging group of sailors from his yacht.
But not even the sight of Hade, and these ruffians of his, astounded her as did the action of Gavin Brice.
Brice had been close behind Hade as the door swung wide.

His incipient rush after his enemy had carried him thus far, when the tables had so suddenly been turned against him and the Standishes.
Now, without pausing in his onward dash, he leaped past Hade and straight among the in-pouring sailors.
Hade had not been aware of Brice's presence in the hall.

The sailors' eyes were momentarily dazzled by the brightness of the lights.

Thus, they did not take in the fact of the plunging figure, in time to check its flight.
Straight through their unprepared ranks Gavin Brice tore his way.