The Englishmen swore softly.

Liosha nodded her head and agreed with them.
What was to be done?
The Englishmen, alter giving her food and drink which she seemed to need, offered their escort to a place where she could find relations or friends.

Again she laughed scornfully.
"All my relations lie there"-- she pointed to the smoking ruins.

"And I have no friends.

And as for your escorting me--why I guess it would be much more use my escorting you." "And where would you escort us ?" "God knows," she said.
Whereupon they realised that she was alone in the wide world, homeless and penniless, and that for a time, at least, they were responsible to God and man for this picturesque Albanian damsel who spoke the English of the stockyards of Chicago.