"I want that diagram, an' I want it right now, or I'll tear you to pieces.

Do you understand?
I'll beat you up so's your own mother wouldn't know you." His grip tightened on her arms, they were twisted until she screamed with agony.
In this extremity her thoughts went to Calumet; she remembered vividly what he had said about the idol when she had asked him why he did not get it and convert it into cash.

"I ain't so much stuck on monkeyin' with them religious things," he had said.

And she was certain that if Calumet knew of her danger he would not have had her hesitate an instant in relinquishing the diagram to Taggart.
The idol had brought him nothing but evil, anyway, and she was certain that Calumet would not mourn its loss, even if Taggart were to be the gainer by it, if its possession were to entail punishment, death, perhaps, to her.
"Wait!" she cried as Taggart gave her arms an extra vicious twitch; "you may have it!" He released her with a greedy, satisfied grin and stood crouching and alert while she turned her back to him and fumbled in her bodice, where she had kept the diagram since the discovery of its former hiding place by Telza.
She turned presently and gave him the paper, and he seized it eagerly and examined it, gloating over it.
"That's it," he said; "that's the clearing!" She was holding her arms, where he had squeezed them, her face flushed with rage at the indignity he had offered her.

She stood rigid, defiant.
"If that is all you came for, you may go," she said; "go instantly!" He jammed the paper into his pocket and grinned at her.
"It ain't all," he said.