"Who?"
Without a word the little soubrette pointed upward.
Frank bowed his head.
"I am glad you feel that way, Cassie," he said, earnestly and softly.
"I have found in the Bible that He is just as ready to help the lowly as anybody," murmured the girl. "That's what makes me so sure He is helping me. Of course I must do my best, but, if I haven't the strength, He will give me strength."
Frank looked at her, feeling his heart swelling in his bosom with a new, strange sensation. Had he by his advice led this girl to a rock to which she could cling and thus escape being swept down by the flood to the whirlpool of destruction?
"Don't give up, Cassie," he urged. "You can see that you are winning the fight. Stick to it to the end."
"I will, Frank."
She pressed his hand, and at that moment Havener came upon them. The man halted and turned about, his face flushing and his jaws hardening.
He had found them whispering together. Cassie had been looking up into Frank's face with an expression of admiration that was little short of adoration, and their hands had been clasped.