She moaned and tried to call, but her voice was like that strange struggle of sound that comes in nightmare. It means nothing except to the sleeper.
"She's choking," said the gypsy girl.
"Let her," replied Mother Hull. "We can dump her easily here."
"You—hag!" almost screamed the girl. "I will shout if you don't give her air."
"Here! here!" called a voice from the seat. "If you two can't keep quiet, you know what we can do!"
"She's choking!" insisted the girl.
"Let her!" mocked the man.
"I—won't. Help! Help!" yelled the girl, and as she did the light of a powerful automobile lamp was directed into the gypsy wagon!
"There they are!" could be heard plainly.
"Where?" asked the anxious ones.