She laughs gaily, and throws back her head.

The last rays of the sunlight catch her hair, and lift it to a very glory round her beautiful face.

"Go on, go on," she says lightly.

There is, perhaps, some defiance in her tone, but, if so, it only strengthens her for the fight.

"I am your captive!" She gives a little expressive downward glance at his hands, as he holds her arms.