His thoughts were not finished. From somewhere had come a long, low, hissing sound. It was followed by a whisper:
“Over here! Come close to the wall.”
“Must be that girl.” His heart skipped a beat.
“What did they take you for?” the whisper demanded.
“I—I don’t know.”
“Don’t know?”
“Fact.”
After that a great silence settled over the place. This Red could not understand. Why had she started the conversation if she did not expect to finish it?
“Oh, well,” he told himself at last, “girls are queer anyway.” He settled back comfortably in his place.
Truth was, the girl suspected him of being a decoy placed there by the kidnapers. In the end she came to see that she had little to lose if she confided in a decoy.