The truth of the matter was that Billy Byrne
could not conceive the truth of the testimony of his own
ears--even now he scarce dared believe that the wonderful
Miss Harding loved him--him, the despised mucker!
But the depth of the man's love for the girl, and the
genuineness of his new-found character were proven beyond
question by the relentless severity with which he put away
every thought of himself and the consequences to him in the
matter he had undertaken.
FOR HER SAKE! had become his slogan. What though
the results sent him to a savage death, or to a life of lonely
misery, or to the arms of his beloved! In the face of duty the
result was all the same to Billy Byrne.
For a moment he stood looking at the moon-bathed village,
listening for any sign of wakefulness or life, then with all the
stealth of an Indian, and with the trained wariness of the thief
that he had been, the mucker slunk noiselessly across the
clearing to the shadows of the nearest hut.
He listened beneath the window through which he and
Barbara and Theriere had made their escape a few weeks
before. There was no sound from within. Cautiously he raised
himself to the sill, and a moment later dropped into the inky
darkness of the interior.
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