[Trying to tear herself loose.] Let me go! Let me go, I say!
Come, Come! are you going to bite now? You're as snappish as a wolf.
[Striking him over the hand.] Let me, I tell you? And be quiet!
No, confound me if I will!
Then I will not go another step with you. Do you hear?—not a single step!
Ho, ho! How can you get away from me, here, on the wild mountain-side?
I will jump over the precipice yonder, if need be—
And mangle and mash yourself up into dogs'-meat! A juicy morsel! [Lets go his hold.] As you please. Jump over the precipice if you want to. It's a dizzy drop. There's only one narrow footpath down it, and that's almost impassable.
[Dusts her skirt with her hand, and looks at him with angry eyes.] Well, you are a nice one to go hunting with!
Say rather, sporting.