"Pretty well done, old woman!" exclaimed Dick, approvingly. "I
always said you was a deep 'un. I always say if Peg can't find out a
way to do a thing it can't be done, no how."
"How about the counterfeit coin?" asked his wife, abruptly.
"They're to supply us with all we can get off, and we are to have
one half of all we succeed in passing."
"That is good," said the woman, thoughtfully. "When this girl Ida
gets a little tamed down, we'll give her some business to do."
"Won't she betray us if she gets caught?"
"We'll manage that, or at least I will. I'll work on her fears so
that she won't any more dare to say a word about us than to cut her
own head off."
Ida sank down on the floor of the closet into which she had been
thrust. Utter darkness was around her, and a darkness as black
seemed to hang over all her prospects of future happiness. She had
been snatched in a moment from parents, or those whom she regarded
as such, and from a comfortable and happy though humble home, to
this dismal place. In place of the kindness and indulgence to which
she had been accustomed, she was now treated with harshness and
cruelty. What wonder that her heart desponded, and her tears of
childish sorrow flowed freely?
CHAPTER XI.
SUSPENSE.
IT doesn't somehow seem natural," said Mr. Crump, as he took his
seat at the tea-table, "to sit down without Ida.
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