"After I kill Strang will you help her ?" "Yes." "You are willing to risk--" "My life--my men--my ship!" Nathaniel spoke like one to whom there had been suddenly opened the portals to a great joy.

He sprang to his feet and stood before Neil, his whole being throbbing with the emotions which had been awakened within him.
"Good God, why don't you tell me what her peril is ?" he cried, no longer restraining himself.

"Why are you going to kill Strang?
Has he--has he--" His face flamed with the question which he dared not finish.
"No--not that!" interrupted Neil.

"He has never laid a hand on Marion.
She hates him as she hates the snakes in this swamp.

And yet--next Sunday she is to become his seventh wife!" Nathaniel started as if he had been threatened by a blow.
"You mean--he is forcing her into his harem ?" he asked.
"No, he can not do that!" exclaimed Neil, the hatred bursting out anew in his face.