"I want to go upstairs.

Stand out of the doorway." There was a movement behind her.

A man in the wagon and the one on his horse seemed to grow angry and threatening.

The ranchman dropped from his horse.

Only Orlando stood cool, quiet and ominously watchful.
Mazarine did not fail to notice the movement of the two men.
Presently Orlando's voice said slowly and calmly: "Stand back, Mazarine.
Let her go to her room.