And I'm blessed if the brute didn't whirl around and roughen up, and clatter his tusks until I actually had to come to a halt!" "I don't want to walk in these woods any more," said Kathleen with sudden conviction.

"Please come home, all of us." "Nonsense," he said.

"I won't stand for being hustled out of my own woods.

Give me that rifle, Geraldine." "I certainly will not," she said, smiling.
"What! Why not ?" "Because it rather looks as though I'm about to win my bet with you," observed Geraldine.

"Please show me your boar, Scott." And she threw a cartridge into the magazine and started forward.
"Don't let her!" pleaded Kathleen.