Bull Langdon took in the situation at a glance, and the sight of Nettie cooled the fever that had possessed him for days. She was visibly terrified at seeing him, and shrank back inside the Ford. The Bull observed her agitation with fierce delight and all the old feeling of domination over her came back to him. He got down from his car and examined the spot where the back wheel seemed to have wedged itself in.
"Stuck, are you?" he gloated.
"We'll be out in a minute."
"Not on your life you won't. You'll not pull out of that today."
"Very well, if that's what you think, suppose you haul us out."
"Ain't got a rope, and my engine won't stand the gaff."
Dr. McDermott's wrathful stare met the Bull's insolent smile. He turned his back upon him, and applied himself with savage energy to his work.
"Where you headed for?"
"None of your damned business."
"It ain't, heh?"