Jim in turn laughed happily. "Joan, that"s exactly the way I stole upon you and mauled you!".
"You think so! Well, I happen to remember. Now you sit here and make believe you are Joan. And let me be Jim Cleve!... I"ll show you!"
Joan stole away in the darkness, and noiselessly as a shadow she stole back--to enact that violent scene as it lived in her memory.
Jim was breathless, speechless, choked.
"That"s how you treated me," she said.
"I--I don"t believe I could have--been such a--a bear!" panted Jim.
"But you were. And consider--I"ve not half your strength."
"Then all I say is--you did right to drive me off.... Only you should never have trailed me out to the border."
"Ah!... But, Jim, in my fury I discovered my love!"