"Nothing señor, except...."
"Except what?"
"Except talk to you, señor."
She whispered this last in a rush which ended in a gasp, and this told Strawbridge she was weeping again.
The big drummer miserably watched her distress.
"Talked to me!"
"Because he told you about President Fombombo's methods."
With a queer sensation the American turned to look at the prison again.
"O-o-oh ... I see. Well, I'll be ... damned!" he uttered in slow stupefaction.