"Once more, stand aside!"
"And again. I will not!"
"Then take the consequences!"
He strode toward her, his brutal face purple with passion, his heavy fist clinched as though to enforce obedience, but instead of thinking of the words that she had been speaking to him, Leonie had been making a plan of action.
She was too busy thinking how she was to save herself and the boy, whose life seemed to depend upon her, to wonder at the continued absence of Liz.
As she saw Ben coming to her, she sprung aside for the moment, and almost before he realized that she had moved, she was back in her place before Dick again, a broken pitcher filled with water, clasped firmly by the handle in her hand.
As the man approached her, she pitched the contents into his eyes.
With a growl of rage, Ben turned aside, but only for an instant.
With the water still dripping from his face and falling over his clothes, he made a desperate spring upon Leonie!
She lifted the pitcher, and was about to bring it down with all her force upon his head, when the door suddenly opened and Liz entered!