She thought for a terrible minute, which seemed ages long to her, that she was cornered now.

She began to look about on the people there helplessly, and wonder whether they would save her, would help her, in her time of need.

Would they be able to fight and prevail against those four terrible men mad with liquor?
Suppose he said she was his--his wife, perhaps, or sister, who had run away.

What could they do?
Would they believe her?
Would the man who had saved her life a few minutes ago believe her?
Would anybody help her?
The party passed, and the man came in and sat down beside her quietly enough; but without a word or a look he knew at once who the man was he had just seen.

His soul trembled for the girl, and his anger rose hot.