By the Lord Harry, she's cleared out." As yet his head was empty of all thought.

He could not steady his wits to consider this new turn of affairs.

He did not even try.
"Gone, by the Lord," he exclaimed.

"By the Lord, she's cleared out." He found the irrigating ditch, and the beaten path made by the ditch tenders that bordered it, and followed it some five minutes; then struck off at right angles over the rugged surface of the ranch land, to where a great white stone jutted from the ground.

There he sat down, and leaning forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and looked out vaguely into the night, his thoughts swiftly readjusting themselves.
He was alone.