"Where is he?"
"Ah!" she said, not sharply, but in a long drawn out sound almost like the hiss of a snake.
"Quick, or we will find means to make you speak."
"You can't, curse you."
"We'll tie her to a tree," said Herrick. "I know the method of it, and there is no need for care that the rope is loose at her throat."
Two of the men moved forward as though to seize her and carry her out.
"Curse you, let me be," she tried to scream, but the words were only a whistle. "If I tell, what then?"
"We make no bargain."
"You—you—curse you!"