Quick as an Indian Lucy was out of the saddle.
"Lemme your quirt," said Joel, showing his teeth like a wolf.
"No.

I wouldn't let you hit Sarch.

You beat him once, and he's never forgotten," replied Lucy.
The eye of the horse and the man met and clashed, and there was a hostile tension in their attitudes.

Then Lucy dropped the bridle and drew Joel over to a huge drift-log, half buried in the sand.

Here she sat down, but Joel remained standing.