For some moments they stood face to face.

Then, impulsively offering his hand, and with a quick change of voice, Brown said, "I am awfully sorry, French; let's forget it." But ignoring the outstretched hand, French turned from him without a word, mounted his horse, and rode away.
Brown stood watching him until he was out of sight.

"My God, forgive me," he cried, "what a mess I made of that! I have lost him and the boy too;" and with that he passed into the woods, coming home to his wife and baby late at night, weary, spent, and too sad for speech or sleep..