"Yahkwa, here, Mista Quin."
And Quin came across the brush to them. Jenny buried her face in her hands and her shoulders troubled.
"I bling her," said Annie. "She much aflaid, hyu kwass, of Pete. He say he makee her mimaloose, kill her dead, she muchee aflaid, and she tikegh you, love you always."
Jenny shook and trembled like a beaten dog.
"She now very dirty and bad dless, but you mamook wash, and she hyu toketie. No klootchman here like Jenny. Now, tenas, you klatawa in house quick."
She dragged the trembling child to her feet, and then held out her hand to Quin.
"You give me the dolla?"
And Quin gave her the money in notes. She knew well enough what each one was worth.
"Now I tell Pete she klatawa with shipman Jack to Victoly, ha!"
She scrambled down the hill and Quin took Jenny by the arm.