Then she kicked the package out of the tent.

Words and action seemed to liberate a dammed-up hot fury.
She kicked the package again, and thought she would kick it into the smoldering camp-fire.

But somehow she stopped short of that.

She left the thing there on the ground.
Pepe and Antonio hove in sight, driving in the tumbling woolly flock.
Ellen did not want them to see the package, so with contempt for herself, and somewhat lessening anger, she kicked it back into the tent.

What was in it?
She peeped inside the tent, devoured by curiosity.