"Out where?"
"In the grounds, of course. They do not let us on the highway."
"And does that satisfy you? You could go—if you chose."
"Well, I could, and I could not. I would be afraid if I ran away that old Mother Hull's face would kill me in my sleep. She is a dreadful woman."
"But that is superstitious. No dream can kill. I wish that was all that held me here," and Cora sighed deeply.
"But you have promised not to try to escape while you are in my charge," Helka reminded her. "And surely you will keep that promise!" There was alarm in her voice. Helka had not told Cora all of her fears.
"Yes, I will not run away from you. I doubt if I could do so, at any rate."
"Indeed, you could not, but you might be foolish enough to try. I keep hoping for you all the time."
"You are very good to me, Helka, and I hope that whatever becomes of me I will not lose you entirely. But sometimes I have a fearful dread. I feel as if I will choke from actual fear."
"I don't blame you. The faces of some of our tribe are enough to strangle one. But I have promised to take care of you, and you need fear no violence, at any rate."