I came down here after you.
I love you, do you understand that?
And, what's more, I intend to have you!" He reached out, and actually grasped her, but, in some manner, she tore loose, and sprang back around the end of the table, her cheeks flushed, her eyes burning.
"Don't touch me! don't dare touch me!" she panted.

"You lie; Fred Willoughby never told you that.

If you come one step nearer, I'll scream; I'll call your men here; I'll tell them the kind of a cur you are." He laughed, leaning over toward her, yet hesitating, his eyes full of admiration.

Her very fierceness appealed to him, urged him on.
"Oh, I wouldn't! In the first place they probably wouldn't hear, for they are camped down in the corral.

I suspected you might be something of a tigress, and preferred to fight it out with you alone.