You're a cheap ruffian, that's what you are!" Nora's chin was thrust out belligerently.

At this juncture her right hand flashed up to the nose of the mountaineer.

The fingers closed over that prominent member and Nora Wingate gave it a violent tweak.
The fellow's jaw sagged.

He appeared actually dazed and the muzzle of his rifle, that Nora had thrust to one side as she boldly stepped up to him, had been permitted to sink slowly towards the ground.
Nora Wingate did not stop there.

She soundly boxed the fellow's ears, first with the right, then with the left hand, each whack giving his head a violent jolt to one side.
"Jump back!" It was Grace Harlowe who, in an incisive tone of voice, gave the order to Nora.
"Why should I jump back ?" demanded Nora, turning a flushed face to her companions.