At last tears came to his relief, and his broad shoulders shook with a passion of sobbing to think that just at the moment when a chance of escape was opened--just when all the dangers seemed nearly past--the girls should have fallen into the hands of the enemy, and he not there to strike a blow in their defence.

To think of Jeanne--his bright, fearless Jeanne--and clinging little Virginie, in the hands of these human tigers.

It was maddening! But after a time the passion of weeping calmed down, and Harry sat up suddenly.
"I am a fool," he said as he rose to his feet; "a nice sort of fellow for a protector, lying here crying like a girl when I had begun to fancy I was a man; wasting my time here when I know the only hope for the girls is for me to keep myself free to help them.

I need not lose all hope yet.

After Marie has been saved, why shouldn't I save my Jeanne?
I am better off than I was then, for we have friends who will help.