"The damned snake!" he muttered. "He brought you in here, did he? Into this place.... Bah!"
He seized a volume from the bookcase and flung it at the ruined lamp.
"Ned, don't!" she pleaded.
"You keep quiet; you'll have enough to think about coming with me. Come on, now!"
Mechanically she responded and with unreal, heavy movements put on her hat as he told her to do, crossed the kitchen floor and emerged into the afternoon sunlight. Her husband's horse, still saddled, stood in the shade of the ash tree.
"He's left only that damn stallion," she heard Ned say. "Well, we'll take him."
"What for, Ned?" she asked dully, walking after him as he strode toward the corral and catching his sleeve, shaking it for his attention. "Why are you taking him?"
"To take you away on," he snapped.
"That's stealing."
"He didn't think of that when he tried to steal my wife; I'll steal two of his horses for a while ... just like he had you ... for a while."