His smile was engaging even if, as it seemed to Dade, it was a trifle shallow.

But now Calumet slowly got to his feet.

He stood erect, yawned, and stretched himself.
Then turning, his back to Taggart, who had come close to him, he looked at Betty, steadily, intently, with a command showing so plainly in his eyes that the girl involuntarily started.
"Betty," he said slowly; "come here." She went toward him, scarcely knowing why, yet remotely conscious of something in his eyes that warned her that she must not refuse--a cold, sinister gleam that hinted of approaching trouble.

She walked to a point near him and stood looking at him wonderingly.

And now for the first time since the beginning of their acquaintance she became aware of a quiet indomitability in his character, the existence of which she had suspected all along without having actually sensed it.