Get us something to eat an' something to drink, old woman; give the girl a nifter, too.

She's fainted, I reckon.

Hurry up; I want to turn in." "Better untie her hands--see if she's froze," added Bill savagely.
Roughly the old woman slashed the bonds from the girl's hands and feet and then looked askance at Sam, who stood warming his hands over a kerosene stove not far away.

He nodded his head, and she instantly untied the cloth that covered Rosalie's mouth.
"It won't do no good to scream, girl.

Nobody'll hear ye but us--and we're your friends," snarled the old woman.
"Let her yell if she wants to, Maude.