His rabid and morbid hate of Jorth had eaten into his heart to take possession there, like the parasite that battened upon the life of its victim.

Blue's steely voice, his cold, gray eyes, showed the unbiased truth of the man, as well as his fidelity to his creed.

Here again, but in a different manner, Gaston Isbel had the fact flung at him that other men must suffer, perhaps die, for his hate.

And the very soul of the old rancher apparently rose in Passionate revolt against the blind, headlong, elemental strength of his nature.

So it seemed to Jean, who, in love and pity that hourly grew, saw through his father.