Her eyes softened, but she was trembling.
"I've told him what'll happen, an' he won't dare hit you any more," she comforted.

"If he does, I'll end him.

I will! I'll bring the police.
I'll show 'em the places where he hides his whiskey.

I'll--I'll put him in jail, if I die for it!" The woman's bony hands clutched at one of Nada's.
"No, no, you mustn't do that," she pleaded.

"He was good to me once, a long time ago, Nada.