"I see nothing but that we belong to each other. You can't deny that kiss and what it means. You can't let me go back alone, Dee.... Shall I stay?"
"Oh, no! No! I couldn't bear it."
"Then you must come with me. Now. To-night."
"For God's sake, Stanley, don't! Don't kiss me." She was fighting for strength, for breath. "Don't make me——"
"Dee! Dee! Where are you?"
The petulant, flattened voice of helplessness came like a stab of pain through the night. A light, tenuous and sharp, flashed out from the wrecked man's window. Its ray touched the cedar overshadowing them.
Dee answered at once. "I'm coming, Jim. Just a moment. Good-bye, Stanley."
He gathered her into a slow, overmastering pressure of body to body, face to face.
"Dee, I love you. I want you."