So be wise. All
we got to do is to turn you over to the proper parties at the proper
time. That's all."
"Is the person you speak of my--my mother or my father?" Rosalie asked
with bated breath.
CHAPTER XIX
With the Kidnapers
Sam stared at her, and there was something like real amazement in his
eyes.
"Yer mother or father?" he repeated interrogatively. "Wha--what the
devil can they have to do with this affair? I guess they're askin' a lot
of questions themselves about this time."
"Mr. and Mrs. Crow are not my parents," she said; and then shrewdly
added, "and you know it, sir."
"I've heard that sayin' 'bout a child never knowin' its own father, but
this business of both the father and mother is a new one on me. I guess
it's the chloroform. Give us that booze, Bill. She's dippy yet."
He tried to induce her to swallow some of the whiskey, but steadfastly
she refused, until finally, with an evil snarl, Sam commanded the
giantess to hold her while he forced the burning liquor down her throat.
There was a brief struggle, but Rosalie was no match for the huge woman,
whose enormous arms encircled her; and as the liquid trickled in upon
her tongue she heard above the brutal laughter of the would-be doctors
the hoarse voice of Bill crying:
"Don't hurt her, Sam! Let 'er alone!"
"Close yer face! Don't you monkey in this thing, Bill Briggs.
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