"But where did they take you? Who was it? Who were the people?"
"I can't tell you," she said.
"You don't know?"
She hesitated.
"Yes, I think I know, but I can't tell you."
"But why?" he asked in astonishment.
"Because the man who rescued me begged me not to tell, and, Stafford, you don't know what he saved me from."
"He—he—who was it?" asked Stafford.
"The man called Jack o' Judgment," said the girl slowly, and Stafford jumped up with a cry.
"Jack o' Judgment!" he said. "I ought to have guessed! Did you see his face?" he demanded eagerly.