"My father, my dear father!" it uttered. "Where are you? Do not abandon me."
"I am here, I am here," exclaimed the stranger tenderly, as he turned quickly to run to her who thus called him.
A cloud passed over the face of the unknown at the sound of these melodious accents; his blue eye flashed like the lightning. He placed his hand on his heart, trembling as if he had received an electric shock.
After a short hesitation, he forced his horse to make a sudden bound forward, and placing his hand on the stranger's shoulder:
"Whose voice is that?" he asked in singular accents.
"The voice of my daughter, who is dying, and calls me."
"Dying?" stammered the unknown, strangely moved. "She!"
"My father, my father!" repeated the girl in a voice which grew weaker and weaker.
The unknown raised himself to his full height; his face assumed an expression of indomitable energy.
"She shall not die!" said he in a low voice. "Come!"