4/8 You have behaved like a cur, and she shall see you treated as such." The words were like the bellow of a goaded bull. Another instant, and he would have been at hand grips with the boy, but in that instant Nan sprang. With the strength of desperation, she threw herself against him, caught wildly at his arms, his shoulders, clinging at last with frenzied fingers to his breast. "You shan't do it! If--if you must punish anyone, punish me! Piet, listen to me! Oh listen! I am to blame for this! You can't--you shan't--hurt him just because he has stood by me when--when I most wanted a friend. Do you hear me, Piet? |