"I am," she faltered.
"Then you are my prisoner!"
He laid his hand roughly upon her shoulder and turned her toward the door.
[CHAPTER IX.]
The horror of the situation struck Lynde Pyne with paralyzing force, but his was one of those natures that recovers all the more quickly, the more powerful the blow.
With instinctive kindness he drew the girl's arm through his own, and by his strength steadied her tottering feet.
"Lead the way!" he said to the officer. "We will follow you."
He turned to Leonie, all his heart seeming to glow through his eyes.
"Do not fear," he whispered. "I will save you. My poor girl, my suffering one, you must trust me, and know that your sorrows are mine. I will bring you back here within the hour. You trust me, do you not?"