But she only wept and wrung her hands. Lovat, half crazy, yanked her to her feet, and shook her.
"Where is Madame?
"Cecily! Cecily!"
He ran outside. It suddenly occurred to him that all his men had made way for him from the station, with silent pitying eyes. Why, they should have been cheering, too, but for something—
"Cecily! Cecily!" He ran around the little house.
One of the big Inca foreman detached himself from a standing group, and stood in front of the frenzied man.
"Excellency," he said, "there's no good calling Madame. Madame has left us."
"Left us? What do you mean?"
"Excellency—" the big Indian threw his hands toward the river—"the bridge is there, but Madame has left us. Don't you understand?"
With numbing force the blow descended on Lovat.