As the girl looked at him something of his unreckoning courage passed into her.

Somehow she believed in him, felt that by some wild chance he might again conquer this truculent element now almost surrounding him.

She spoke quickly to her step-father.

"He won't go.

What can we do ?" "You go, and he'll follow," said Theophile, who didn't want a row--a dangerous row-in his house.
"No, he won't," she said; "and I don't believe they'd let him follow me." There was no time to say more.