"What is the matter?" asked our hero, in English.
"I am lost," was the reply. "I don't know where papa or sister is."
"Don't cry. I will help you to find them. But, first, tell me what is your name, and how you happened to get lost."
"My name is Herbert Grosvenor," answered the little fellow.
He went on to say that his father was a London merchant, who was traveling with himself and his sister Beatrice. He had walked out in charge of a servant, but the latter had stopped at an inn and became drunk. Then he became so violent that Herbert was afraid and ran away. But he was too young to know the road, and had lost his way.
"I shall never see my papa again," he sobbed.
"Oh, yes, you will," said Frank, encouragingly. "I will take you to him. Do you remember where he is stopping?"
The boy was luckily able to answer correctly that his father was stopping at the Hotel de la Couronne, in a large town, which Frank knew to be only two miles distant.
"Come, Herbert," he said, cheerfully, "I will carry you back to your father. Take my hand, and we will set out at once, if you are not tired."