Hour after hour she had been watching the water, the lonely, useless stone towers, and the convulsed mass of iron wreckage over which the angry river continually spat up its yellow foam.
"Those poor women out there, do they blame him very much ?" she asked, as she handed the coffee-cup back to Horton.
"Nobody blames him, Mrs.Alexander.If any one is to blame, I'm afraid it's I.I should have stopped work before he came.

He said so as soon as I met him.

I tried to get him here a day earlier, but my telegram missed him, somehow.

He didn't have time really to explain to me.

If he'd got here Monday, he'd have had all the men off at once.