Without being observed, she disengaged her knife from her bosom and let it fall as if by accident.

It struck the ground with the point of its keen blade, bounded and rolled between them.

The two men started and looked at each other with a foolish air.
Curson laughed.
"I reckon she can take care of herthelf," he said, extending his hand to Low.

"I'm off.

But if I'm wanted SHE'LL know where to find me." Low took the proffered hand, but neither of the two men looked at Teresa.