All day they lay there without anything to eat or drink and no one to come near them except that occasionally a tangled head would be thrust in to hurl some taunt at them.
Darkness fell and they still lay there, suffering terrible pain from their wounds and bonds.
"This is the uttermost limit," declared Roy, in a low tone; "we're in the worst fix we ever got into this time."
"We certainly are. What a bit of bad luck that the rascal Beppo came up when he did! That other gipsy had no idea who we were."
"Well, I had the satisfaction of giving Master Beppo a good black eye," muttered Roy.
"Yes; that was a peach. It did me good to see it land."
"It landed all right. Ouch, my back feels as if it was broken."
"My wrists and ankles are awfully sore. I wonder if they mean to let us loose or give us anything to eat."
"Well, we won't last long at this rate. I guess they mean to be as cruel as they can to us in return for that punch I gave Beppo."
"I wouldn't have spoken to you again if you hadn't."