The stables were untouched.

A horse stood tied to the corral and two figures were hurrying to and fro about the blazing building.

As they neared the scene it became clear that one of the figures was that of a woman.
"Mandy!" he shouted from afar.

"Mandy, thank God it's you!" But they were too absorbed in their business of fighting the fire.

They neither heard nor saw him till he flung himself off his broncho at their side.
"Oh, thank God, Mandy!" he panted, "you are safe." He gathered her into his arms.
"Oh, Allan, I am so sorry." "Sorry?
Sorry?
Why ?" "Our beautiful house!" "House ?" "And all our beautiful things!" "Things!" He laughed aloud.