The hand landed on the shoulder of Mary Reynolds, swinging her almost off her feet.

She did not scream, but her face grew white and her eyes horror-stricken.

Then she wrenched desperately to free herself from the cruel clutch, gasping, "Let--me--alone.

I--won't--go back--with--you." "Oh, ye won't, won't ye," growled the hateful intruder.

"We'll see if ye won't.