The girl turned her head to one side as though to avoid drinking. Then she muttered a few words.
"What did she say? " asked Amy.
"I couldn't understand it," answered Betty.
Again the stranger murmured something, and this time the girls caught:
"No, no! I will not go back to him! Anything but the life I have been leading. Oh, why must I do it? Why?"
There was pathetic pleading in the words.
"There, my dear, you will be taken care of," spoke Betty, soothingly. "We will take you to your friends."
"I—I have none! Oh, I can't go back to—him!"
Her eyes did not open, and she appeared to be in a delirium.
"Poor thing!" said Amy, softly. "Bathe her head, Betty."
"Yes, I think that will be better than trying to force her to drink." Dipping her handkerchief in the water Betty wiped away the blood from the cut. It was seen to be a small one.
"That ought not to make her unconscions," said Betty. "More likely she has some additional injury; possibly a blow on some other part of her head. Girls, did you ever see such glori-
