The things we do!

Auban, her eyes dilating
with horror, forgetting her own plight as she looked at the
spectacle before her. "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.


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