She obeyed, but as Hayward placed his arms around her, she said:
"Oh! that iron is so cold—it chills my heart. Let me remove those chains, brother."
"No, sister. Let them alone, and listen to me!"
"First answer me! Are these men your friends?"
Hayward could not reply. His feelings almost overcame him, and he did not wish his sister to discover any emotion on his part.
"You are silent. These men are not your friends, and you are a prisoner! Oh! my heart will break!" and she sobbed convulsively.
"Don't weep so, dear sister. Don't weep."
"I cannot help it. Oh! let me weep—let me rest upon your heart, brother, and weep my life away! It will be sweet to die here!"
"You must not die, Mamie, but live for me. I hope to-morrow I shall be free. I have friends who will not forsake me!"
"And you are a prisoner!" she sobbed.