"But you moos!"
"I can't!"
"Come—I shall carry you; I shall lifta you, and carry you to your safetydom.
Come!"
"It's impossible," said Russell, who, in addition to his fear, began to feel vexation at this woman's pertinacity.
There was something in his tone which made Rita pause. She stood erect, folded her arms, and looked at him. The moonlight fell on both. Each could see the other.
Russell did not feel pleased with her appearance. She looked too hard—too austere. She seemed to have an unlimited possibility of daring and of vengeance. He began to think that he had been playing with edge-tools, and that in trying to make use of Rita he had only gained a new master for himself. The vague fears which had been gathering through the day now grew stronger, and he realized his full danger.
"You not want to fly? You not want to 'scape?" said Rita, with a frown.
Russell thought it best to own up.
"Well, n-n-no," said he. "On the whole, I do not."