He held out his hand, and she took it.
“I will!” she exclaimed. “And I will ask the aid of the Great Pilot above.”
She knelt down beside the bed and began to pray.
Frank Merriwell turned and stole softly away.
“God bless her!” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “She is, indeed, an angel! She has done for that wretched man what no other living being could have done.”
CHAPTER XXXVI.
“ON TIME, AT LAST!”
It was two nights later that Frank came home and found little Jack in a fairly frantic condition.
“What?—what is the matter?” asked Merry, stopping in the door and staring at the lame boy in astonishment.
Jack gave a great cry.