"He"-- the word would fit the man by her side, for he had helped to hide her, and to save her more than once; but just now there came a dim perception that it was some other He, some One greater who had worked this miracle and saved her once more to go on perhaps to better things.
There were many things said in that meeting, good and wise and true.

They might have been helpful to the girl if she had understood, but her thoughts had much to do.

One grain of truth she had gathered for her future use.

There was a "hiding" somewhere in this world, and she had had it in a time of trouble.

One moment more out upon the open, and the terrible man might have seen her.
There came a time of prayer in which all heads were bowed, and a voice here and there murmured a few soft little words which she did not comprehend; but at the close they all joined in "the prayer"; and, when she heard the words, "Our Father," she closed her eyes, which had been curiously open and watching, and joined her voice softly with the rest.
Somehow it seemed to connect her safety with "our Father," and she felt a stronger faith than ever in her prayer.
The young man listened intently to all he heard.