The girl turned toward the work of the idol-makers.
No one beside Timokles had noticed her frightened gaze.

Now, with assumed carelessness, she watched her brother's busy fingers, yet Timokles felt that her thoughts were of him.

She had only to speak; to say, "This is the Christian who was thrown to the leopard," and father and son would drop their work, spring upon him, drag him back all the way to the building from which he had escaped, and toss him, bound and helpless, to the leopard.
It was not till nearly dark that the idol-makers ceased their work.
Having eaten dried dates and barley bread, the father and the son, first tightening Timokles' thongs, went away in the direction of the far distant village.

During their absence, the girl came to Timokles, bringing him water and dried dates.
"Tell me, O Christian," she whispered in the tongue of Egypt, "art thou not he ?" She needed not to make the question more explicit.
"I am, O maiden," answered Timokles.

The girl's awe-struck eyes searched his face.
"Did thy God deliver thee ?" she questioned, whispering still.
"Yea," replied Timokles reverently and truly.