She had thought to cry out, now she was fascinated.

A spell of terror constrained her to silence.

And then, suddenly, behind Walter Hine there stood out clearly in the light the head and shoulders of Garratt Skinner.
"My father," said Sylvia, in relief.

Her clasp upon Chayne's arm relaxed; her terror passed from her.

In the revulsion of her feelings she laughed quietly at her past fear.