"Go on! Do you want me to tell all the women that you were frightened by
a little girl; a girl you could crush with one hand?" she cried,
angrily. "You coward! Tie them up, I tell you! Oh, if my man John were
here he'd show you! Here--"
Peter, stung by her taunts, made a quick rush forward. For a moment
Bessie did not know what to do. She wondered if, when it came to the
test, she would really be able to use the knife; to try to cut or stab
this man. He was getting nearer each moment, and, just as she was almost
within his grasp she darted back and aimed a blow at him with the knife.
There was no danger that it would strike him; Bessie thought that, if
she could only convince him that she had meant what she said, he would
hesitate. And she was right. He gave a cry of alarm as he saw the steel
flash toward him and drew back.
"She would stab me!" he exclaimed furiously, to Lolla. "I was not to be
struck with a knife. John said nothing about that. He told me only to
guard this girl--"
"She wouldn't really touch you with it," screamed Lolla, so furious that
she forgot the need of keeping her voice low.
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