At last he heard a slight movement in the room and, looking up, saw one of the young slave girls regarding him with a look of deep pity.

To her, as to everyone else, Roger had appeared as a supernatural being, come from they knew not whence; but the lad's sobs had touched her human feelings, and shown her that he had sorrows, like herself.

Her look brought a feeling of comfort and companionship to Roger's heart; and as, on seeing that she was observed, she turned timidly to retire, he held out his hand to her.
She approached and knelt down beside him and, taking his hand, pressed it to her forehead.

She was a girl of some fourteen years old, already, according to Mexican ideas, a woman.
"What is your name ?" Roger asked.
The girl looked at him wonderingly, but shook her head.

Roger thought a moment, and then touched himself on the breast.
"Roger," he said.
He repeated the word several times.