Pushing his way a little closer to these men, he found that his was not the only heart that pitied them.  His friend, the younger lady, was there speaking to them.  He could not hear what she said, for the noise drowned her voice; but her earnest, eager look and her gesticulations told well enough that she was pointing them to the Saviour of sinners-- with what effect, of course, he could not tell, but it was evident that the prisoners at least gave her their attention.