Again they took up their seemingly hopeless march—­an aimless wandering in search of they knew not what.  Away from one danger to possible dangers many fold more terrible.  Barbara’s heart was very heavy, for again she feared and mistrusted the mucker.

They followed down the little brook now to where it emptied into a river and then down the valley beside the river which grew wider and more turbulent with every mile.  Well past mid-afternoon they came opposite a small, rocky island, and as Byrne’s eyes fell upon it an exclamation of gratification burst from his lips.

“Jest de place!” he cried.  “We orter be able to hide dere forever.”

“But how are we to get there?” asked the girl, looking fearfully at the turbulent river.

“It ain’t deep,” Byrne assured her.  “Come ahead; I’ll carry yeh acrost,” and without waiting for a reply he gathered her in his arms and started down the bank.

What with the thoughts that had occupied his mind off and on during the afternoon the sudden and close contact of the girl’s warm young body close to his took Billy Byrne’s breath away, and sent the hot blood coursing through his veins.  It was with the utmost difficulty that he restrained a mad desire to crush her to him and cover her face with kisses.

And then the fatal thought came to him—­why should he restrain himself?  What was this girl to him?  Had he not always hated her and her kind?  Did she not look with loathing and contempt upon him?  And to whom did her life belong anyway but to him—­had he not saved it twice?  What difference would it make?  They’d never come out of this savage world alive, and if he didn’t take her some monkey-faced Chink would get her.

They were in the middle of the stream now.  Byrne’s arms already had commenced to tighten upon the girl.  With a sudden tug he strove to pull her face down to his; but she put both hands upon his shoulders and held his lips at arms’ length.  And her wide eyes looked full into the glowing gray ones of the mucker.  And each saw in the other’s something that held their looks for a full minute.

Barbara saw what she had feared, but she saw too something else that gave her a quick, pulsing hope—­a look of honest love, or could she be mistaken?  And the mucker saw the true eyes of the woman he loved without knowing that he loved her, and he saw the plea for pity and protection in them.

“Don’t,” whispered the girl.  “Please don’t, you frighten me.”

A week ago Billy Byrne would have laughed at such a plea.  Doubtless, too, he would have struck the girl in the face for her resistance.  He did neither now, which spoke volumes for the change that was taking place within him, but neither did he relax his hold upon her, or take his burning eyes from her frightened ones.