She had to think back, to remember that he had killed men, in order to realize her own danger.

Now, for instance, he merely forced her back to the campfire, pulled the saddle strings from his pocket and tied her feet together, using a complicated knot which he told her she might work on all she darn pleased, for all he cared.

Then he went calmly to work cooking their supper.
This was simple.

He divided the grouse so that one part had the meaty breast and legs, and the other the back and wings.

The meaty part he larded neatly with strips of bacon, using his hunting knife,--which Lorraine watched fascinatedly, wondering if it had ever taken the life of a man.