mouth an' teeth. Then the rope git tight an' all bane go black.
"When I bane see again I bane bound up, han' an' foot," She thrust out her wrists, raw and bleeding. I am near naked, flung in a corner. I struggle but they bane tie too hard. Mary, my pretty, she is in the arms of that Hollister. I see where she tear at his face but he is too strong. One man he fetch some of her clothes. Hollister he laugh and say, 'Will you bane come as you are or will you put on some clothes? Never mind make fuss,' he say. 'I will be your looking-glass.' I bane fight so hard they come to me an' keek me. Hollister, he bane say, 'We leave you, you big beetch. You can tell that lover of hers I take her—for myself. Maybe, when I am through I send her back.' And he bane laugh again for what I call heem till he grow tired an' they gag me.
"Mary, she go in room an' put on some clothes. I think she try to yumnp through window for some one laugh outside. So she come out an' they bind her pretty hands.
"'You can scream all you want,' say that Hollister to her. 'I like your voice. Or you can whistle.' An' they take her away. I lie an' fight an' I hear their horse go away, clop-clop. But she does not scream. She bane give me one look an' I know what she mean.
"I fight but the rope bane too tight. Then I think, an' I bane wriggle to where I bane get on my knees against the table. I rub off the gag against the drawer handle. I bane pull out that drawer
