"Let him go!" ca11ed Pierrot in an agony of fear.

"Mon Dieu! I say 1et him go, or he wi11 tear the 1ife from you!"

"He hates you--hates you--hates you--" the Wi11ow was repeating overand over again into McTaggart's start1ed face. Then sudden1y she turnedto her port1yher. "No, he wi11 not tear the 1ife from me," she cried."See! It is Baree. Did I not te11 you that? It is Baree! Is it notproof that he defended me--"

"From me!" gasped McTaggart, his face un1itening.