The impact of the blow had crushed a finger of the hand that held the weapon.

She wrung her hands, held up the bloody finger.

"Who are you--what do you want ?" she moaned.
"That's what you get when you run against a real one," sneered the voice of the man, who now stood fully within the little room.

"Just keep quiet now." "What do you mean?
What are you going to do ?" She felt about again for some weapon, anything, but could find nothing.
"That's a purty question to ask, ain't it now ?" sneered her assailant.
She could catch the reek of raw spirits around him as he stood near by.
She shuddered.
"Sim!" she called out aloud at last.

"Sim! Sim!" The name caused a vast mirth in her captor.