At that moment the sun broke through the mists; it flooded the cabin and touched warmly the girl who sank down beside the table. Instantly her glance fell upon the note by the Bible. She took it up, read it once, twice, and--understood more, far more than Northrup could guess. Perhaps a soul awakening from the experience of death might know the sensation that throbbed through the consciousness of Mary-Clare at that moment. The woman of her had been born in the cabin the day before, but the birth pains had exhausted her. She had not censured Northrup in her woman-thought; she had believed something of what now she knew, and understood. She raised the note and held it out on her open palms--almost it seemed as if she were showing it to some unseen Presence as proof of all she trusted. With the sheet of paper still held lightly, Mary-Clare walked to the door of her cabin. She had no purpose in mind--she wanted the air; the sunlight. And so she stood in the full glow, her face uplifted, her arms outspread. Northrup from his hidden place watched her for a moment, bowed his head, and turned to the inn. Larry watched her; in a dumb way he saw revealed the woman he had never touched; never owned. Well, he would have his revenge. Mary-Clare turned back after her one exalted moment; she took her place by the table and spread again the note before her. She did not notice the footsteps outside until Larry was on the threshold and then she turned, gripping, intuitively, the sheet of paper in her hand. Larry saw the gesture, saw the paper, and half understood. Mary-Clare looked at her husband distantly but not unkindly. She did not resent his being there--the Place was no longer hers alone. "A nice lot you are!" Rivers blurted this out and came in. He sat down on the edge of the table near Mary-Clare. "What's that?" he demanded, his eyes on the note. "A letter." "Full of directions, I suppose?" Larry smiled an ugly, keen smile. "Directions? What do you mean?" "I guess that doesn't matter, does it?" he asked. "Don't let us waste time. See here, my girl, the game's up! Now that letter--I want that. It will be evidence when I need it. He's broken his bargain. I mean to take the advantage I've got." Mary-Clare stared at Rivers in helpless amazement--but her fingers closed more firmly upon the note. "When he--he bought you--he promised me that he'd never see you again. He wanted you free--for yourself. Free!" Larry flung his head back and indulged in a harsh laugh. "I got the Point--he bought the Point and you! Paid high for them, too, but he'll pay higher yet before I get through with him." Mary-Clare sat very quiet; her face seemed frozen into an expression of utter bewilderment. That, and the memory of her as she had stood at the door a few moments ago, maddened Rivers and he ruthlessly proceeded to batter down all the background that had stood, in Mary-Clare's life, as a plea for her loyalty, faith, and gratitude.