to each feature.
When at length she became aware of her surroundings, she looked like
an awakened child. Pressing her fingers to her heavy eyes, she glanced
wonderingly about her. She could not understand the tragical attitude
of the two men who studied her so fixedly. She struggled to her feet
and regarded both men with fear. With her fingers on her chin, she
cowered back from them gazing to right and left as though looking for
someone she had expected.

"Father!" she exclaimed timidly. "Are you here, father?"

Wilson took her arm gently but firmly.

"Your father is not here, comrade. He has not been here. You--you
drowsed a bit, I guess."

She caught sight of the image on the floor and instantly understood.
She passed her hands over her eyes in an effort to recall what she had
seen.

"I remember--I remember," she faltered. "I was in some foreign
land--some strange place--and I saw--I saw my father."

She looked puzzled.

"That is odd, because it was _here_ that I saw him yesterday."

Her lips were dry and she asked Wilson for a glass of water. A pitcher
stood upon the table, which he had brought up with the other things.
When she had moistened her lips, she sat down again still a bit
stupid. The wounded man spoke.

"My dear," he said, "what you have just seen through the medium of
that image interests me more than I can tell you. It may be that I can
be of some help to you. My name is Sorez--and I know well that country
which you have just seen. It is many thousand miles from here."

"As far as the land of dreams," interrupted Wilson. "I think the girl
has been worried enough by such nonsense."

"You spoke of your father," continued Sorez, ignoring the outburst.
"Has he ever visited South America?"

"Many times. He was a sea captain, but he has not been home for years
now."

"Ah, Dios!" exclaimed Sorez, "I understand now why you saw so
clearly."

"You know my father--you have seen him?"

He waived her question aside impatiently. His strength was failing him
again and he seemed anxious to say what he had to say before he was
unable.

"Listen!" he began, fighting hard to preserve his consciousness. "You
have a power that will lead you to much. This image here has spoken
through you. He has a secret worth millions and----"

"But my father," pleaded the girl, with a tremor in her voice. "Can it
help me to him?"

"Yes! Yes! But do not leave me. Be patient. The priest--the priest is
close by. He--