I have been brought here against my will by this man." "Ah, poor creeter!" sighed the old woman, shaking her grizzly old head; "as if I didn't know that.

Poor little creeter!" "Help me!" Mollie cried.

"Don't aid this man to keep me here.

I don't know who he is--I have been wickedly entrapped.

I am a little, helpless girl, but I have rich and powerful friends who will liberally reward you.