Yet she spoke wellnigh as concisely as had Gavin when he had recounted the tale to her.
Standish's face, as she spoke, was foolishly vacant.

Then, a lurid blaze began to flicker behind his ice-blue eyes, and a brickish color surged into his face.

Wheeling on Gavin, he cried, his voice choked and hoarse: "If this crazy yarn is true, Brice, I swear to God I had no knowledge or part in it! And if it's true, the man who did it shall--" "That can wait," put in Brice, incisively.

"I only let her waste time by telling it, to see how it would hit you and if you were the sort who is worth saving.

You are.