That it possessed depth was evidenced by his being willing to brave the wrath of the man in whose hands his life rested, provided Helen would become his wife.
"It will be 'yes,' won't it, deary?"
His tone was softer, more affectionate, more tender than we could have expected from such a man.
He had leaned over toward Helen, and as he asked the question, he placed one arm about her.
With a shiver she sprang to her feet, wrenching herself from his grasp, and then she cried:
"No, no! I would sooner die than marry you! Help—help—HELP! Oh, Heaven! is there no one to help me?"
Like lightning came a change in McGinnis' tone and demeanor.
"Silence!" he hoarsely and angrily hissed. "Silence, I say! Do you hear me?"
"Help!" shrieked Helen.
"Silence!" and now the villain threw both arms about her to pull her down.