“Let him not touch me!” entreated the girl, speaking again with that indescribably bewitching accent which Dick had noted in her first appeal to them.
“She mere child,” said the man haughtily. “I am her uncle, and I take her.”
“Oh, you’re her uncle?”
“I am.”
“Well, tell us why she fled from you and seemed so excited and frightened.”
“No bus’ness to you,” again asserted the man.
“He want make me do something I hate!” exclaimed the girl. “He make me marree Maro.”
“Oh, ho! And who is Maro?”
The girl pointed at the younger man.
“And you do not wish to marry Maro?” questioned Dick.