The strong man looked down upon the girl, almost cowering before him. With a sudden impulse he seized her hands and drew them from her face, looking with a searching glance into her eyes.
“Where did you get it?”
“I cannot tell you.”
It was a strained, unnatural voice that spoke.
“You cannot?” His tones vibrated with surprise and dread. “What shall I understand by this strange action? Answer me! You must!”
“Oh, uncle!” she exclaimed, in agony, again covering her face. “Ask me not. It is impossible that I should answer.”
“Why, are you crazy, Jennie?”
“No, no! Let me go! Give me time to think!”
“You know the robber, girl. He has been giving you part of his stolen goods. I must have his name.”
“I do not know him! I could not tell you now if I did.”