"Where is Mr. Sempland, sir?" she asked.
"Here, under arrest. He failed to arrive in time. Can you explain it?"
"The boat?"
"Gone."
"Gone? Then who—"
"Major Lacy took it out."
"And the Wabash?"
"Will be blown up, please God, if all goes well."
The girl put her face in her hands as if to shut out some dreadful picture. She kept them there for a few seconds, then she lifted her head and looked unsteadily from the severe face of the general to the cold, disdainful countenance of Sempland. The man she loved shrank away from her.
"Useless! Too late!" she murmured, then fell fainting at their feet.