With a sound of breaking branches and rending of clothes, Drusie was hastening to the rescue.  She had not been able to come sooner, because she had penetrated so far into the dense thicket that she could not readily extricate herself.  However, by leaving scraps of her clothing on every sharp thorn, and getting her hands and legs terribly scratched, she forced her way out at last; and keeping a wary outlook on the fort, she tried to unloose the knots that bound Jim.