I should have chosen a more secluded nook to say this in, but you're skittish, as I have learned to my cost, and likely to bolt. What I want to say is, don't bolt. It won't do you any good.—I've found you once, and I'll find you again, no matter what rabbit's hole you dodge into.
To Michaelis.
This ain't George Littlefield, M.D., talking now. It's the caveman of Borneo. He's got arms as long as rakes, and teeth that are a caution.—Look out for him!
Michaelis.
Holding himself in stern restraint.
Your arms and teeth are long enough, and eager enough to do damage, but they will not avail you here. This girl is in other keeping, and I dare to say, better.
Littlefield.
In other keeping, eh? Yours, I suppose.
Michaelis.
Yes, mine.