"Poor little girl! Poor little girl!" She looked up into his face, a new light coming into her eyes.
"Don't talk now," he said softly.

"Take your time.

Hold to my arm, please.

There! In a little while you'll be able to tell me all about it--and then we'll set about to find a way to escape these devils.

We'll laugh at 'em, after all." For five or ten minutes he led her back and forth across the room, very tenderly.