“Oh, please!” gasped Dorothy, now freed from the bigger woman’s hand.
“Hush up!” ordered the black-haired virago.
“She’s got a pretty purse, too,” laughed Jane Daggett, dragging the article from the coat pocket.
Dorothy could not help crying a little. She dared not make a loud noise, for she saw that the rougher woman would instantly strangle her if she did so. But she would not unbutton her dress.
“You’d better mind!” hissed the black-haired woman, in a low voice. “You’d better——”
The unuttered threat made Dorothy tremble violently. She felt as though she would faint. Things began to turn black around her. The hideous, grinning faces of her two captors swam before her gaze——
Suddenly there came a pounding on the wall of the shack. “Hush!” cried Jane Daggett.
“What’s that?” whispered the other woman.
“My Poke. What’s th’ matter, Poke?”
“Cheese it! Here’s some fellers——”