“This way,” he said coldly. “If you refuse, I’ll pick 171 you up and carry you under my arm. I think by this time you realise I can do it, too.”
Halfway across the dark pasture she stopped short in her tracks.
“Have I got to carry you?” he demanded sharply.
“Don’t have me locked up.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not a—a thief.”
“Oh! Excuse me. What are you?”
“You know. Don’t humiliate me.”
“Answer my question! What are you if you’re not a lady crook?”
“I’m employed—as you are! Play the game fairly.” She halted in the dark pasture, but he motioned her to go forward.