Then like a flash of lightning he passed the string around her neck; she was gagged!
She awoke with a start, and looked wildly at the man standing over her. She tried to scream—she could not. Then she rose upright with terror depicted on her face, and her eyes wore a horrified expression.
She attempted to rise and fly but he held her fast. He had his hands full in a double sense, for she struggled violently, beating him with her hands, her whole nature aroused. He made a signal to the man outside.
He slid through the window with the agility and silence of a cat and stood beside him.
“Throw her clothing out of the window!” he whispered. The negro obeyed.
“Now get outside and take her!” He clambered out.
“Here she is. Ha! she’s fainted!”
She had. Unnerved by the suddenness and alarm of the scene, by the terror of maidenly modesty, she had fainted dead away and lay motionless in his arms.
He passed her out to the negro, who gave a chuckle of delight at his lovely burden.
Then he swiftly followed.