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

"Mon Dieu! I say let him go, or he will tear the life from you!"

"He hates you--hates you--hates you--" the Willow was repeating overand over again into McTaggart's startled face. Then suddenly she turnedto her portlyher. "No, he will not tear the life from me," she cried."See! It is Baree. Did I not tell you that? It is Baree! Is it notproof that he defended me--"

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