CHAPTER IX.
MR. BENTON MAKES TROUBLE
"Help! Help!"
"Vas is dot?" exclaimed Mrs. Snitzer, who had been dozing in the rocking chair awaiting her son's return.
"Sounds like some von vas in troubles," replied her husband, from the sofa.
Both sprang to their feet and hurried to the door.
Mrs. Snitzer had scarcely opened it when a man rushed past her and out of the front hall-way.
"Help! Help!"
"It vas Deb, for sure!" cried the German woman, and she ascended the stairs as fast as her portly form would permit, closely followed by her husband.
It took but a moment to pass through the kitchen and unlock the door of the adjoining chamber. They found Deb half dead from fright, and vainly endeavoring to escape.