Beth straightened and sat up, watching him pace the floor in deep thought. There might be a chance that she could escape by the window. But when she started up he ordered her back roughly and she soon saw that this was impossible.
At last he stopped walking up and down and stared at her, his eyes narrowed to mere slits, his brows drawn ominously together. It seemed that he had reached a decision.
"You behave yourself an' do what I tell ye an' ye won't be hurt," he growled.
"Wh-what are you goin' to do?" she gasped.
"Nothin' much. Ye're just goin' with me—that's all."
"W-where?"
"That's my business. Oh, ye needn't be scared of any love makin'. I'm not on that lay this trip."
He went to the drawer of Peter's bureau and took out some handkerchiefs.
"But ye'd better be scared if ye don't do what I tell ye. Here. Stand up!"
Beth shrank away from, him, but he caught her by the wrists and held her.