"Is she going to pull through, sir?" was the next question—and he caught it vaguely.
"Pull through?" he mumbled inarticulately. He leaned against a great stone rail suddenly. Everything was leaping before his eyes.
"Good Lord, Mr. Cable—I—I forgot. Don't you know about it?" gasped the officer.
"Know what?" asked Cable, completely dazed.
"Go home at once, sir. I didn't mean to—oh, hurry, sir. Don't be worried. They say she'll be all right. Sure! She's been hurt a little, sir."
"My daughter?" demanded Cable, as keen as a razor in an instant. His heart was trying to jump from his body.
"Your wife, sir. Nothin' serious, sir. She was held up along here somewhere and robbed. They're sure to get the villain. She—-"
But Cable was off like a deer for his home, racing as though on air.
Nothing else mattered now. She was alive! He could have her with him again to love as he never had loved her before.