Yet, in spite of that, he was deserting her in her moment of direst peril! Then, through her soul surged the gloriously, divinely, illogical Faith that is the God-given heritage of the woman who loves.

And all at once she knew this man had not deserted her, that right blithely he would lay down his life for her.
That, somehow or other, he had acted for her good.

And a feeling of calm exultation filled her.
Hade stood in the doorway, barking sharp commands to several of his men, calling to them by name.

And at each call, they obeyed, like dogs at their master's bidding.

They dashed off the veranda, in varying directions, at a lurching run, in belated pursuit of the fleeing Brice.
Then, for the first time, Hade faced about and confronted the unflinching girl and Standish who had lumbered dazedly out of the library and who stood blinking at Claire's side.
Lifting his yachting cap, with exaggerated courtesy, Hade bowed to them.