"I swear to God that as I stand here I've no fear of death and no hope for the life ahead." She sneered: "You're white while you say it.

Your will may be brave, but your blood's a coward, Pierre.

It deserts you." "Jack, you devil--" "Aye, you can threaten me safely.

But if McGurk were here--" "Let him come." "Then give me one promise." "A thousand of 'em." "Let me hunt him with you." He stared at her with wonder.
"Jack, what a heart you have! If you were a man we could rule the mountains, you and I." "Even as I am, what prevents us, Pierre ?" And looking at her he forgot the sorrow which had been his ever since he looked up to the face framed with red-gold hair and the dark tree behind and the cold stars steady above it.

It would come to him again, but now it was gone, and he murmured, smiling: "I wonder ?" They made their plans that night, sitting all three together.