The hanging strips of bark were dashed aside, and a woman leaped lightly to the ground.
Dunn staggered back.

"Teresa! by the Eternal!" It was Teresa! the old Teresa! Teresa, a hundred times more vicious, reckless, hysterical, extravagant, and outrageous than before.

Teresa, staring with tooth and eye, sunburnt and embrowned, her hair hanging down her shoulders, and her shawl drawn tightly around her neck.
"Teresa it is! the same old gal! Here we are again! Return of the favorite in her original character! For two weeks only! Houp la! Tshk!" and, catching her yellow skirt with her fingers, she pirouetted before the astounded man, and ended in a pose.

Recovering himself with an effort, Dunn dashed forward and seized her by the wrist.
"Answer me, woman! Is that Low's cabin ?" "It is." "Who occupies it besides ?" "I do." "And who else ?" "Well," drawled Teresa slowly, with an extravagant affectation of modesty, "nobody else but us, I reckon.

Two's company, you know, and three's none." "Stop! Will you swear that there isn't a young girl, his--his sweetheart--concealed there with you ?" The fire in Teresa's eye was genuine as she answered steadily, "Well, it ain't my style to put up with that sort of thing; at least, it wasn't over at Yolo, and you know it, Jim Dunn, or I wouldn't be here." "Yes, yes," said Dunn hurriedly.