A moment later the desperadoes and their victim pa.s.sed through a door and into a darkness even blacker than that outside. Davy was pounding carefully upon the floor of the room in which they stood. Suddenly a faint light spread throughout the room and a hoa.r.s.e, raucous voice whispered:
"Have you got her?"
"Get out of the way--we"re near froze," responded Davy gruffly.
"Get down there, Bill, and take her; I"m tired carryin" this hundred and twenty pounder," growled Sam.
The next instant Rosalie was conscious of being lowered through a trap door in the floor, and then of being borne rapidly through a long, narrow pa.s.sage, lighted fitfully by the rays of a lantern in the hands of a fourth and as yet unseen member of the band.
"There!" said Bill, impolitely dropping his burden upon a pile of straw in the corner of the rather extensive cave at the end of the pa.s.sage; "wonder if the little fool is dead. She ought to be coming to by this time."
"She"s got her eyes wide open," uttered the raucous voice on the opposite side; and Rosalie turned her eyes in that direction. She looked for a full minute as if spellbound with terror, her gaze centred at the most repulsive human face she ever had seen--the face of Davy"s mother.
The woman was a giantess, a huge, hideous creature with the face of a man, hairy and bloated. Her unkempt hair was grey almost to whiteness, her teeth were snags, and her eyes were almost hidden beneath the s.h.a.ggy brow. There was a glare of brutal satisfaction in them that appalled the girl.
For the first time since the adventure began her heart failed her, and she shuddered perceptibly as her lids fell.
"What the h---- are you skeering her fer like that, ma," growled Davy.
"Don"t look at her like that, or--"
"See here, my boy, don"t talk like that to me if you don"t want me to kick your head off right where you stand. I"m your mother, Davy, an"--"
"That"ll do. This ain"t no time to chew the rag," muttered Sam. "We"re done fer. Get us something to eat an" something to drink, old woman; give the girl a nifter, too. She"s fainted, I reckon. Hurry up; I want to turn in."
"Better untie her hands--see if she"s froze," added Bill savagely.
Roughly the old woman slashed the bonds from the girl"s hands and feet and then looked askance at Sam, who stood warming his hands over a kerosene stove not far away. He nodded his head, and she instantly untied the cloth that covered Rosalie"s mouth.
"It won"t do no good to scream, girl. n.o.body"ll hear ye but us--and we"re your friends," snarled the old woman.
"Let her yell if she wants to, Maude. It may relieve her a bit," said Sam, meaning to be kind. Instinctively Rosalie looked about for the person addressed as Maude. There was but one woman in the gang. Maude!
That was the creature"s name. Instead of crying or shrieking, Rosalie laughed outright.
At the sound of the laugh the woman drew back hastily.
"By gor!" she gasped; "the--she"s gone daffy!"
The men turned toward them with wonder in their faces. Bill was the first to comprehend. He saw the girl"s face grow sober with an effort, and realised that she was checking her amus.e.m.e.nt because it was sure to offend.
"Aw," he grinned, "I don"t blame her fer laughin"! Say what ye will, Maude, your name don"t fit you."
"It"s as good as any name--" began the old hag, glaring at him; but Sam interposed with a command to her to get them some hot coffee while he had a talk with the girl. "Set up!" he said roughly, addressing Rosalie.
"We ain"t goin" to hurt you."
Rosalie struggled to a sitting posture, her limbs and back stiff from the cold and inaction. "Don"t ask questions, because they won"t be answered. I jest want to give you some advice as to how you must act while you are our guest. You must be like one of the family. Maybe we"ll be here a day, maybe a week, but it won"t be any longer than that."
"Would you mind telling me where I am and what this all means? Why have you committed this outrage? What have I done--" she found voice to say.
He held up his hand.
"You forget what I said about askin" questions. There ain"t nothin" to tell you, that"s all. You"re here and that"s enough."
"Well, who is it that has the power to answer questions, sir? I have some right to ask them. You have--"
"That"ll do, now!" he growled. "I"ll put the gag back on you if you keep it up. So"s you won"t worry, I want to say this to you: Your friends don"t know where you are, and they couldn"t find you if they tried. You are to stay right here in this cave until we get orders to move you. When the time comes we"ll take you to wherever we"re ordered, and then we"re through with you. Somebody else will have the say. You won"t be hurt here unless you try to escape--it won"t do you any good to yell. It ain"t a palace, but it"s better than the grave. 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 hoa.r.s.e voice of Bill crying:
"Don"t hurt her, Sam! Let "er alone!"
"Close yer face! Don"t you monkey in this thing, Bill Briggs.
I"ll--well, you know. Drink this, d.a.m.n you!"
Sputtering and choking, her heart beating wildly with fear and rage, Rosalie was thrown back upon the straw by the woman. Her throat was burning from the effects of the whiskey and her eyes were blinded by the tears of anger and helplessness.
"Don"t come any of your highfalutin" airs with me, you little cat,"
shrieked the old woman, rubbing a knee that Rosalie had kicked in her struggles.
"Lay still there," added Sam. "We don"t want to hurt you, but you got to do as I tell you. Understand? Not a word, now! Gimme that coffee-pot, Davy. Go an" see that everything"s locked up an" we"ll turn in fer the night. Maude, you set up an" keep watch. If she makes a crack, soak her one."
"You bet I will. She"ll find she ain"t attendin" no Sunday-school picnic."
"No boozin"!" was Sam"s order as he told out small portions of whiskey.
Then the gang ate ravenously of the bacon and beans and drank cup after cup of coffee. Later the men threw themselves upon the piles of straw and soon all were snoring. The big woman refilled the lantern and hung it on a peg in the wall of the cave; then she took up her post near the square door leading to the underground pa.s.sage, her throne an upturned whiskey barrel, her back against the wall of the cave. She glared at Rosalie through the semi-darkness, frequently addressing her with the vilest invectives cautiously uttered--and all because her victim had beautiful eyes and was unable to close them in sleep.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Rosalie was no match for the huge woman"]
Rosalie"s heart sank as she surveyed the surroundings with her mind once more clear and composed. After her recovery from the shock of contact with the old woman and Sam she shrank into a state of mental la.s.situde that foretold the despair which was to come later on. She did not sleep that night. Her brain was full of whirling thoughts of escape, speculations as to what was to become of her, miserable fears that the end would not be what the first impressions had made it, and, over all, a most intense horror of the old woman, who dozed, but guarded her as no dragon ever watched in the days of long ago.
The cave in which they were housed was thirty or forty feet from side to side, almost circular in shape, a low roof slanting to the rocky floor.