"Yer uncle won't hurt me," he said between two roars of laughter.
Penny made a sudden dive for the knotted reins. Again Rangoon was quicker. He caught her in strong hands.
"Yuh ain't leavin'," he said, "till yuh tell who the redskin's friend is, an' where he's hidin'."
"I tell you I don't know." Penny struggled to free herself.
"I'll wring it out of yuh," Rangoon bellowed as he wrapped his long arms completely around the girl and nearly cut off her wind in a bearlike grip.
"L-let m-me g-go," gasped Penny.
Rangoon's grip was tighter. His arms were crushing the slim girl to him, bending her back until it hurt frightfully. His ugly face was close to her, his breath, foul with alcohol and half-rotted teeth, was hot. Penny felt nauseated, violently ill.
Contact with the girl made Rangoon reckless. He seemed to forget any fear he might have had.
His voice was hoarse as he shouted to Penny, "Who is that Indian's friend?"