"Will you tell us how you got where you are?" asked Mr. Phipps.
"That's a secret," replied the girl.
"And I presume your name is a secret too?"
"Yes."
"We'll find out who you are when we get out of here. I promise you that," threatened the assistant superintendent.
"Then good-bye."
"No, no, don't go! Don't go!" begged Tad.
"Say you won't tell on her, Mr. Phipps. Don't you see—"
"All right, girl, I'll promise to keep your secret."
"You'd better," retorted the girl.