He could see the girl to one side of the
minister's back, and she was very pretty, very femininely appealing, now,
in a dress which was a cloudy effect of white; but Barry gave her only one
sharp glance. His attention was for the men of the crowd. And although
there were only backs of heads, and side glimpses of faces he hunted
swiftly for Vic Gregg.
But Gregg was not there. He surveyed the assembly twice, incredulous, for
surely the tall man should be here, but when he was on the very point of
turning on his heel and slinking down the hall to pursue his hunt in other
quarters, the voice of the minister stopped, and the deep tone of Vic
himself rolled through the room.
It startled Barry like a voice out of the sky; he stared about, bewildered,
and then as the minister shifted his position a little he saw that it was
Gregg who stood there beside the girl in white,--it was Gregg being
married. And at the same moment, the eyes of Vic lifted, wandered, fell
upon the face which stood there framed in the dark of the doorway. Dan saw
the flush die out, saw the narrow, single-purposed face of Gregg turn
white, saw his eyes widen, and his own hand closed on his gun.
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