Least of all, Count Vos Engo, who had striven vainly to dissuade her from the purpose to accompany the soldiers.
Now she was coming home with them, silent, subdued, dispirited--even more so than she allowed the Count to see.
"I was hateful to him yesterday," she said penitently, as they rode into the city.

Vos Engo had been thinking of something else: the remark disturbed him.
"He was very presumptuous-yesterday," he said crossly.
She transfixed him with a look meant to be reproachful.
"That's why I managed the ticket for Bobby's circus," she said, looking ahead with a genuinely mournful droop of her lip.

"I was sorry for him.
Oh, dear, oh, dear What will his poor mother say--and his sister ?" "We've done all we can, Loraine.

Except to cable," he added sourly.
"Yes, I suppose so.

Poor fellow!" Colonel Quinnox and his men had been scouring the hills for bandits.
They arrived at the Witch's cabin a few minutes after Vos Engo and his company.