"My answer is no!" she cried with outrageous scorn.

"Now go!" He stood studying her from under lowering brows.

The sight of her like that--head thrown back, eyes glittering, cheeks scarlet, and lips curled--was like a lash upon his manhood.

The answer was plain enough, but an instinct from the great mother herself bade him disregard it.
Suddenly his eyes flamed up.
"You beauty!" he cried.
Before she could move he had seized her in her finery.

Colina was no weakling, but within those steely arms she was helpless.