“I am, on my mother’s side,” was the reply. “My father was a Mexican.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be mixed up in any such business,” declared Mabel. “I think you should be punished for the manner in which you got us in your power.”
“But it was for my country. Surely you can understand that?”
“No, I can’t understand it,” declared Shirley. “It’s robbery that you are attempting.”
The woman shrugged her shoulders.
“There is no use talking to you,” she said.
She went out of the room, locking the door behind her.
“Well, here we are,” said Mabel, with a wry look at her chum. “Now, what are we going to do?”
“I wish we could escape,” declared Shirley. “I’ll tell you what. The next time we hear any one coming, we’ll stand behind the door, and as soon as they come in we’ll slip out and run. If we can reach the street some one may help us.”
“There will be no harm trying,” Mabel agreed. “They won’t hurt us, I am sure.”