In his right hand he was gripping her father's heaviest hunting-crop.
He came slowly forward, ignoring her.

His eyes were upon Jerry, who glared back at him like a young panther.

He did not appear to be aware of Nan.
Suddenly he spoke, briefly, grimly every word clean as a pistol-shot.
"I suppose you are old enough to know what you are doing ?" "What do you mean ?" demanded Jerry, in fierce response.

"What are you doing here?
And how the devil did you get in?
This place belongs to me!" "I know." Piet's face was contemptuous.

He seemed to speak through closed lips.