Cateras staggered back, his lips
giving utterance to a curse.
Again she struck, but this time his fingers gripped the leather, and
tore it from her hands, with sufficient force to send her to her knees.
With a spring forward the man had her in his grasp, all tiger now, the
pretence at gentleness forgotten. He jerked her to her feet, with
fingers clutching her neck mercilessly.
"Here, Silva, Merodez," he cried, "come take this spitfire. _Caramba_!
we'll teach her."
Two men ran from between the huts and Cateras flung her, helpless from
her choking, into their grasp.
"Take her within--no, there; the second door, you fools."
Breathless from effort, a mere child in their grip, Miss Donovan
struggled vainly. They forced her through the door, and Cateras, still
cursing furiously followed, the whip in his hands.
CHAPTER XIX: WESTCOTT FINDS HIMSELF ALONE
It never occurred to Westcott on his escape through the darkness that
his night's adventure would in any way endanger Miss Donovan. He was
on the property of La Rosita Mining Company upon his own account, and
not in reference to the Cavendish Case at all--or, at least, this last
was merely incidental.
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