"Run for your life!" shouted Clayton to the eager Madame Raffoni.

"Stop that carriage.

Offer him anything, everything! I will carry her.

I must save her." Bending himself to the task, Clayton raised the fainting form of Irma Gluyas.

Her long hair lowered, swept around her in the storm; her sculptured arms clung to him, and her warm heart thrilled him as he sped on through the driving torrent.