When a half hour later she raised her head her face was pale and cold.

It bore the look of a girl who had suddenly become a woman; a woman who saw the battle of life before her and who was ready to fight.

Stern resolve gleamed from her flashing eyes; there was no faltering in those set lips.
Betty was a Zane and the Zanes came of a fighting race.

Their blood had ever been hot and passionate; the blood of men quick to love and quick to hate.

It had flowed in the veins of daring, reckless men who had fought and died for their country; men who had won their sweethearts with the sword; men who had had unconquerable spirits.
It was this fighting instinct that now rose in Betty; it gave her strength and pride to defend her secret; the resolve to fight against the longing in her heart.
"I will forget him! I will tear him out of my heart!" she exclaimed passionately.