Now I reckon it's the other party's turn to throw some cards.

Thought yer was comin' out yere ter meet up with Jim Westcott, didn't yer ?" She made no answer, desperately seeking some means of escape, the full significance of her position clear before her.
"Got a nice little note from Jim," the fellow went on, "an' lost no time a gittin' yere.

Well, Westcott is not liable to be sendin' fer yer again very soon.

What ther hell----" She had dashed forward, seeking to place the trunk of the tree between them, the unexpected movement so sudden, she avoided his grasp.

But success was only for an instant.