She waited there for James. She could not think. She only waited.
And at last he came back.
"You—" His voice was low; "you—!"
The words were smothered in his anger.
She smiled then. She thought that she still could hear the even, padded patter of the dog jogging to his freedom.
"So you turned on me;—you—! D'you know what's going to happen to you;—d'you dare to think?"
Her voice was filled with a strange calm.
"I don't care, James;—I don't care—none. I set China-Ching loose."
His face leered at her evilly in the moonlight.
"You ain't got no excuses;—you don't even make no excuses to me;—huh?"