We'd be caught before we started," was the whispered reply.
"That isn't what I mean; but how far are we ?" "Not very far, Midget; after we crossed the little bridge, the path to this place was sort of parallel to the road." "Well, King, I've got an idea.

Don't say anything, and don't stop me." With a stretch and a yawn as of great weariness, Marjorie slowly rose.
Immediately the three women started toward her.

"You sit still!" said one, sharply.
"Mayn't I walk about the room, if I promise not to go out the door ?" said Marjorie; "I'm so cramped sitting still." "Move around if you want to," said the youngest of the women, a little more gently; "but there's no use your trying to run away," and she wagged her head ominously.
"Honest, I won't try to run away," and Marjorie's big, dark eyes looked gravely at her captor.
The women said nothing more, and Marjorie wandered about the tent in an apparently aimless manner.

But after a time she came near to a small slit in the side of the tent that served as a sort of window, and here she paused and examined some beads that hung near by.

Then choosing a moment when the women were most attentive to their household duties, she put her head out through the window and _yelled_.