From the resemblance of the maiden to the worker on the hippopotamus, Timokles had no doubt she was his sister.

But when the girl, turning her brilliant, laughing face toward Timokles, first saw him, her dark eyes dilated with a look of startled horror.
Timokles knew, as well as if she had spoken, that she was one of those who had seen him dragged to the leopard's home.

He looked beseechingly at her now, as she stood transfixed, the shocked expression deepening in her eyes.

If she should say a word! Timokles could feel himself tremble.

She had thought him dead! She knew him! If she should say so! The silent appeal of Timokles' beseeching face seemed to find its answer for the moment.