CHAPTER 13First his glance plunged into vacancy; then it flicked over his shoulder at Nelly Lebrun and he bit his lip. Plainly, it was not the most welcome news that Jack Landis had ever heard.
“Where is she?” he asked nervously of Donnegan, and he looked over the ragged fellow again.
“I’ll take you to her.”
The big man swayed back and forth from foot to foot, balancing in his hesitation. “Wait a moment.”
He strode to Nelly Lebrun and bent over her; Donnegan saw her eyes flash up—oh, heart of the south, what eyes of shadow and fire! Jack Landis trembled under the glance; yes, he was deeply in love with the girl. And Donnegan watched her face shade with suspicion, stiffen with cold anger, warm and soften again under the explanations of Jack Landis.
Donnegan, looking from the distance,
