He blinked into her eyes.
"That means?"
"It's dangerous; you're not going without me."
A shot broke from behind them and struck the rock above their heads.
"I think," smiled Stamford, "the second instalment of that serial is about due. I love you, Isabel."
For answer she reached up and pulled his lips to hers. At the kiss he paled.
"Life without this," he sighed, "could never equal death with it."
"But why not life with it?" she smiled.
"That," he said, "is worth any risk."
He looked at her, but she was watching the rocks behind with raised revolver.