He could not refrain from saying in a low, distinct voice, when she had finished:
“Have courage! A friend is near you!”
A sharp, startled exclamation escaped the singer’s lips, and she looked about her like one awakened from a dream.
“What was that?” she exclaimed. “I thought I heard a voice in my native tongue.”
“You heard aright,” said Frank. “Am I right in addressing you? Are you not a prisoner?”
“I am,” replied the young girl, with an eager cry. “But who are you?”
“I am Frank Reade, Jr.”
“You are an American?”
“Yes.”
“Heaven be praised! And have you come to save me?”