Burke moved beside her, still gazing straight ahead, as if he were alone.
They went down to the cabin, and Sylvia dismounted.

The only window space was filled with wire-netting instead of glass, and over this on the inside a piece of cloth had been firmly fastened so that no prying eyes could look in.

The door was locked and padlocked.

It was evident that the owner had taken every precaution against intrusion.
And yet--though he lived in this wretched place at which even a Kaffir might have looked askance--he had sent her that message telling her to come to him.

This fact more than any other that she had yet encountered brought home to her the bitter, bitter truth of his failure.