How dare you touch me!" cried Betty, the hot blood coloring her face.

She struck him a stinging blow with her free hand and struggled with all her might to free herself; but she was powerless in his iron grasp.

Closer he drew her.
"If it costs me my life I will kiss you for that blow," he muttered hoarsely.
"Oh, you coward! you ruffian! Release me or I will scream." She had opened her lips to call for help when she saw a dark figure cross the threshold.

She recognized the tall form of Wetzel.

The hunter stood still in the doorway for a second and then with the swiftness of light he sprang forward.