He caught her by the wrist.
"Come!" he said.
But she hung back, resisting him by her weight.

"Who are you ?" she demanded wildly.
"Will ye wait to see my credentials ?" he snapped.

Steps were clattering towards them from beyond the corner round which she had fled from that Spanish ruffian.

"Come," he urged again.

And this time, reassured perhaps by his clear English speech, she went without further questions.
They sped down an alley and then up another, by great good fortune meeting no one, for already they were on the outskirts of the town.