"Can these things really be in America! You submit to this, and you are men?
Law?
Is there _any_ law ?" She did not hear the step behind them, but presently a voice broke in.
"If you please, Captain Rogers," said Warville Dunwody, "I think it will not be necessary to restrain this lady in any way.

By this time she knows it will be better not to make any attempt to escape." Jeanne, the maid, was first to see the distress in the face of her mistress.
"_Infame_! _Infame_!" she cried, flying at them, her hands clenched, her foot stamping.

"Dogs of pigs, you are not men, you are not gentlemen! See now! See now!" Tears stood in the eyes of Jeanne herself.

"Come," said she, and put an arm about her mistress, leading her back toward the door of the cabin.
"This is bad business, sir," said the older man, turning to Dunwody.

"I don't understand all this case, but I'm almost ready to take that girl's part.