“Release me. I command you. I’ll have you punished.”
Patsy merely laughed in her face, and, having shown her how helpless she was, threw off her hands, saying:
“You can fight very well, my lady, so long as nobody fights back. Now don’t try any more of it again, if you please.”
The woman’s anger was too great for her to speak. Suddenly she turned on the young man, who was still lying as he fell, and hissed out:
“Get up, you coward! Do you leave me to be so insulted here?”
But the young man made no reply, and Patsy said:
“I must have hit him too hard.”
Disregarding the young woman, he went to the young man and bent over him. He was unconscious. After trying to lift him to his feet, Patsy said to the young woman:
“I cracked him harder than I thought, or else his head hit the pavement when he fell. I’ll take him to the drug store around the corner.”
The young woman, forgetting her anger, went hurriedly to the young man. Bending over him, she first felt his pulse and then his heart.