She was not the kind to weep and plead with him.

She just waited; and one felt that she was keyed up to the supreme moment of her life.
Gil came closer and closer, and there was a look in his eyes that almost frightened Jean, accustomed as she had become to his acting a part; there was an intensity of purpose which she instinctively felt was real.

She did not know what it was he had in mind, but whatever it was, she knew what it meant.

He was almost within reach, so close that one saw Jean shrink a little from his nearness.

He stopped and gathered himself for a quick, forward lunge-- The two women screamed, though they had been expecting that swift drawing of Jean's gun and the shot that seemed to sound the instant her hand dropped.