At last she fastened the pincers on the nail of one of Helen's great toes.
She gave a strong twitch.
Helen groaned.
The human hyena gave a stronger pull.
Helen lifted herself to the limit her bonds permitted, and flung herself against the ropes, which would not break, but held her with cruel rigor.
Again Tige pulled.
And this time pulled direct, and with an amount of strength which could not have dwelt in a less sinewy frame than hers.
Then she twisted the pincers.
Had she been free from her gag, Helen must have shrieked so loudly that she would have been heard for blocks around.
Again Tige pulled direct.