As the door gave way a numbness came upon her and, without power to move, like some fascinated thing, she watched the approach of the Bull. She knew that she was trapped and clutching her throat with both hands she tried to force to her lips the cry that would not come.
She was in a black dream, a merciless nightmare.
She awoke, screaming wildly:
"Cyril, Cyril, Cyril! Cyril! Cyril!" and over and over again, "Cyril!"
Like one gone stark mad she groped her way to the window and threw herself out.
When she regained consciousness the bright, hard sun was in her eyes. She stared up at a brilliant blue sky. Jake knelt on the grass beside her and tried to move her to the shadow of the house. She moaned:
"Leave me be. I want to die."
Jake muttered excitedly:
"Him! Him! Him see—him hurt Nettie. Last night him hurt Jake bad."