haven rang with howls of gleeful anticipation. Venner uttered a smoking oath, and clutched Tomlin and Pearse by the arms.

“Come fellows!” he cried. “This is treachery!”

“Treachery? Ye wrong me, sirs!” Dolores’s soft voice halted them. They stared at her, and she gave them back look for look until she saw the blood surge back to their faces and their eyes lose their hardness. Then she laughed, low and sweet, and waved them back.

“Wait. I shall preserve thy ship, and give thee back an eye for an eye if thy men are harmed. Trust me, will ye not?” She paused a moment to thrill them with her eyes; they stayed. They she sped down the cliff like a deer.