The cool resourcefulness of Hamlin was like a tonic.
"It--it is a little after one o'clock," she said slowly, "although I am not sure my watch is exactly right." "Near enough; there are signs of daylight at four--three hours left; that ought to be sufficient, but with no darkness to spare.

Will you go with me?
Will you do exactly as I say ?" She drew a swift breath, holding her hand to her side.
"Oh, yes," her voice catching, "what--what else can I do?
I cannot stay here with those dead men!" "But I want you to go because--well, because you trust me," he urged, a new trace of tenderness in his lowered voice.

"Because you know I would give my life to defend you." He was not sure, but he thought her face was suddenly uplifted, her eyes seeking to see him in the darkness.
"I do," she answered gravely, "you must believe I do; but I have never been in such peril before, in such a situation of horror, and I am all unnerved.

There doesn't seem to be anything left me but--to trust you." "That is good; all I can ask.

I know you are all right, but I want you to keep your nerve.