Certain it was that when he raised his head tears glistened in his eyes.
"Some--women--have a hard lot," he said, huskily.

Then he shook his powerful form, and his rags lashed about him.

"I'll say a few things to Tull--when I meet him." "Bern--you'll not draw on Tull?
Oh, that must not be! Promise me--" "I promise you this," he interrupted, in stern passion that thrilled while it terrorized her.

"If you say one more word for that plotter I'll kill him as I would a mad coyote!" Jane clasped her hands.

Was this fire-eyed man the one whom she had once made as wax to her touch?
Had Venters become Lassiter and Lassiter Venters?
"I'll--say no more," she faltered.
"Jane, Lassiter once called you blind," said Venters.