CHAPTER SIXTEEN
As soon as Pamela Thornton had made sure that her two abductor-torturers were dead, she put back on the tattered frock and, still gripping the gun with the safety catch off in the event that someone else should try to intercept her, directed herself toward the compound. The Arabian sheikh had already sailed with the tide on his way back to Tangiers with his two white slaves, Mrs. Dorothy Barten and Molly Mortmain. There was now no one on the island except Alma and the two n***o guards to stand between Pamela and freedom. Elise Duval and Penelope Sands hardly counted.
She opened the door to the compound and then stopped, her eyes widening. The two n*****s stood there, watching her.
"Well now, look at what we've got here, boy," Dave said to Sam with a chuckle. "How the hel
