CHAPTER SIX
The two girls, alone and frightened so far from home and everything familiar, tried futilely to rest on the soiled, thin mattresses that covered their steel bunks. The bedding reeked of human filth and at first they refused to touch them, but fatigue soon took its toll and Laurie and Ann stretched out uncomfortably to try to sleep. They found it almost impossible—their heads swam with unbelievable nightmarish imagery, memories of what had happened so far, and fears of what might still lie ahead!
Shortly before three, according to the old glassless clock that hung across from their cell, they heard the noises of men talking outside. Laurie jumped up too quickly and bumped her head on the upper bunk.
"What is it?" Ann whispered sleepily.
"Someone's coming... more than one, it
