CHAPTER 10

Lost Zell had stooped and was picking up the dry wood she had gathered that evening, when she was suddenly seized and a mittened hand placed firmly over her mouth. Almost maddened with fright, she struggled desperately to free herself, and to cry for help. But she was powerless in the strong arms which held her fast. As she was being borne off, she fought like a wildcat, tearing at her captor's face and cap, and clawing at his throat. But her efforts were all in vain, for she was carried rapidly away, and only …