Go ahead, Davy, an' open the trap!" Davy swore a mighty but sibilant oath and urged his thick, ugly figure ahead of the others.
A moment later the desperadoes and their victim passed 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 hoarse, 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 passage, 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 passage; "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.