Such was the poor girl’s story, told with a simplicity that carried conviction to our hearts, and strengthened our resolution to protect and serve her to the extent of our ability.

“You will have to remain with us for a few days,” Fred said, after Mary had concluded her history, “and during that time we think that it is far better you should maintain your incognito, and appear as you seem—­a boy.”

“I have a trunk containing female apparel on the cart that brought me here,” she said; as though she had much rather be dressed in the habiliments of her own sex.

“There are numerous reasons why you should maintain your present attire, but I will not wound your delicacy by repeating them,” Fred said.  “The people of Ballarat are censorious, and we must give them no groundwork for remarks,” he continued.

The girl hung her head, but seemed to appreciate the advice and delicacy of Fred. She made no response.

“If the person you are in search of—­Mr. Robert Herrets—­is to be found in the mines of Ballarat, you shall see him before this time to-morrow; and even after he has joined you, I should recommend that you impose upon the good miners here, and not let them think that the person we have rescued and the newly-made bride is one and the same person.”

The girl looked into Fred’s face with an earnest gaze, as though she would rather have heard some one else mention the idea of marriage, but my friend did not appear to notice it.

“He will, of course, be rejoiced to meet you, and will sympathize with you in your troubles; and after your union you will forget your new friends.”

If Fred had but seen the expressive look that the girl gave him, and then noted the painful thoughts that appeared to have crossed her mind, he would not have continued in that strain.

“I can readily imagine the joy that Mr. Herrets will feel when he knows that, for the purpose of becoming his wife, you have braved the dangers of the ocean, and struggled nobly against a thousand obstacles, and overcome them all.  He will appreciate your love the more, or he will not be human.”

She appeared to listen without the power of speech.  I suspected the cause of her emotion, but did not dare to hint to Fred my suspicions.  I wondered how it would end, and trembled for the fate of the girl if she should continue to nourish the passion that I saw she entertained for my friend.  It was marvellous, and almost beyond belief.  She had known Fred but a few hours, and yet already was she inspired with a feeling of love for the man, that threatened to annihilate all traces of her passion for the apprentice.  I hardly believed it possible, and yet I knew that I could not be mistaken.  Fred seemed blind not to perceive it.

“We will go to the police office, and request that diligent search be made for Mr. Herrets,” Fred said, and he motioned to go; but the girl murmured something in a low tone, and he stopped.  “You made some request?” he asked.