In an instant she was back on her knees at the wounded man's side, her burning face hidden against him, and Cassidy was laughing, and holding out both hands to McKay.
"McKay, Roger McKay, I want you to meet Mrs.Terence Cassidy, my wife," he said.

And the girl raised her face, so that her shining eyes were on Jolly Roger.
Still dumbly he stood where he was.
"The Missioner from Du Brochet was here yesterday, and married us," he heard Cassidy saying.

"And we've written out my resignation together, old man.

We've both won.

I thank God you put that bullet into me down on the shore, for it's brought me paradise.