I think the consciousness that Westcott was swearing at him made even the fine sunset seem more glorious to Charlton.

The red clouds were waving banners of victory.
But in ten minutes the situation had changed.

Albert saw Westcott walking across the beaver-dam at the lower end of the lake, and heard him hallooing to the young men who were rowing the "Pirate's Bride" up and down and around the "Lady of the Lake," for the ugly old boat was swiftest.

The Pirate's Bride landed and took Westcott aboard, and all of Albert's rejoicing was turned to cursing, for there, right before his eyes, the Pirate's Bride ran her brown hull up alongside the white and graceful Lady of the Lake, and Smith Westcott stepped from the one to the other.

The beauty of the sunset was put out.