Look at her!
Can't you see she's nearly done for?"
After considerable argument, pro and con, it was decided that it would
be safe and certainly wise to let the girl breathe the fresh air once in
a while. That morning Sam took her into the cabin through the passage.
The half hour in the cold, fresh air revived her, strengthened her
perceptibly. Her spirits took an upward bound. She began to ask
questions, and for some reason he began to take notice of them. It may
have been the irksomeness of the situation, his own longing to be away,
his anger toward the person who had failed to keep the promise made
before the abduction, that led him to talk quite freely.
CHAPTER XX
In the Cave
"It's not my fault that we're still here," he growled in answer to her
pathetic appeal. "I've heard you prayin' for Daddy Crow to come and take
you away. Well, it's lucky for him that he don't know where you are.
We'd make mincemeat of that old jay in three minutes. Don't do any more
prayin'. Prayers are like dreams--you have 'em at night and wonder why
the next day. Now, look 'ere, Miss Gray, we didn't do this rotten job
for the love of excitement. We're just as anxious to get out of it as
you are."
"I only ask why I am held here and what is to become of me?" said
Rosalie resignedly. She was standing across the table from where he sat
smoking his great, black pipe.
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