The flap over the stage window dropped, and in a moment she heard hushed voices outside. Then a canteen was thrust through the window.
"Take all y'u want, lady, an' drink hearty," said her guide.
Stella wet her handkerchief and bathed her throbbing forehead, then took a deep draft, and felt much refreshed.
"Here's your canteen," she said.
Again the flap was thrust aside, and the ugly face looked in upon her with a leer.
"Where are we, and where are we going?" asked Stella.
"We're in the Wich—"
"Hey, Jack, stow that," cried the driver.
"But it won't do no harm—"
"You know what the orders is," said the other significantly.