Since I was a boy I've never thanked God for anythin'.

If there is a God--an' I've come to believe it--I thank Him now for the years that made me Lassiter!...

I can reach down en' feel these big guns, en' know what I can do with them.

An', Jane, only one of the miracles Dyer professes to believe in can save him!" Again for Jane Withersteen came the spinning of her brain in darkness, and as she whirled in endless chaos she seemed to be falling at the feet of a luminous figure--a man--Lassiter--who had saved her from herself, who could not be changed, who would slay rightfully.

Then she slipped into utter blackness.
When she recovered from her faint she became aware that she was lying on a couch near the window in her sitting-room.