Her resistance evidently angered him, for he suddenly snatched her up into the iron grip of his arms and held her there, despite her struggles.
"Keep still, you damn tiger-cat," he hissed, "or I'll quiet you for good.

Don't take this for any play acting, or you'll soon be sorry.
There now, try it again on your own feet." "Take your hands off me then." "Very well--I will; but I've got something here to keep you quiet," and he touched his belt threateningly.
"What is it you want of me?
Who are you ?" "We'll discuss that later.

Just now, move on--yes, straight ahead.
You see that wagon over there?
Well, that is where you are bound at present.

Move on pronto." She realised the completeness of the trap into which she had fallen, the futility of resistance.

If the man who seemed in control exhibited any consideration, it was not from the slightest desire to show mercy, but rather to render the work as easy as possible.