Right fancy they was, with smallish heels! That skunk'll kill ye in the dark, Will.

Ye'd orto hev put out'n both his two eyes!" A sudden sound made them all turn.

Came crackling of down brush, the scream of a woman's voice.

At the side of the great tree stood a figure that had no right there.

They turned mute.
It was Molly Wingate who faced them all now, turning from one bloody, naked figure to the other.