But she was silent.
The gag prevented all speech, smothered all sound, save moans and groans, and these there was no occasion for now, although there soon would be.
Helen's feet were still bare.
Toward these the hag directed her attention, and as a first move lightly ran her fingers over the soles.
The victim drew them hastily up as far as the ropes about her ankles permitted.
Tige exultantly chuckled.
Helen's feet were very sensitive.
There was a world of fun in store for the she-hyena.
From her pocket the human she-hyena now took a bunch of feathers—innocent-looking things of themselves, but capable of being made an instrument of terrible torture.
These feathers Tige commenced drawing over and brushing around on the soles of Helen's feet.