"There, you are up now," spoke Cora quickly, realizing the importance of urging the girl to get up while she felt so inclined. "See, you can stand! There, now you can walk."
"But I must say good-bye to father. Oh! should I leave him?" she sobbed.
"Just for a little while, dear," Cora again assured her. Then the girl put her finger to her mouth and gave a queer whistle.
"I will be outside so he will know that I am better," said the girl.
"Father has been so frightened."
The next moment the man appeared again.
"Father," said the girl, "I am going with this friend some place to get well. Should I go?"
"Friend? Yes, she is all of that. Daughter go!" and the man pressed her to his breast.
"And you will be all right? No one will come for you?"
A look of horror swept over his face. "They shall not find me," he faltered, releasing his daughter from the embrace.
"Let me tell you, sir," ventured Cora, "that the man I just saw leave this island is a villain. Don't believe one word he says."