"Roger! Roger! where are you?" said the voice.
I answered not, I could not, for my tongue clave to the roof of my mouth, but eagerly I listened.
"Come to me, Roger! Come to me, or they will kill me!"
It was Ruth's voice, carried by the power of God to me. I was wanted home. I was sure of it, yet I could make no answer to what I had heard. For years I had forgotten God, but He had not forgotten me. He had revealed Himself in the voice I had heard. He had carried the message of Ruth's heart to me. I was sure now that there was a God in Heaven, and that He was telling me to frustrate evil.
Then something told me that all this was fancy, the result of an excited brain. I had been dreaming, and now I fancied I had heard what only existed in a mind half mad. I rushed to one of the sailors.
"Did you hear a woman's voice, just now?" I said.
"Woman's voice?" said the man, evidently surprised, "why no, sir!"
Had I been mistaken? Was it all delirium?
Again I strained my ears, and again I heard the voice.
"Come, Roger, I am all alone. Oh come to me!"