"Look!" The procession drew nearer, heading towards the back of the big house, and now they saw that Dan Barry walked beside the body of Black Bart, a smile on his lifted face.

They disappeared behind the back of the house.
Byrne heard the girl murmuring, more to herself than to him: "Once he was like that all the time." "Like what ?" he asked bluntly.
She paused, and then her hand dropped lightly on his arm.

He could not see more than a vague outline of her in the night, only the dull glimmer of her face as she turned her head, and the faint whiteness of her hand.
"Let's say good-night," she answered, at length.

"Our little worlds have toppled about our heads to-night--all your theories, it seems, and, God knows, all that I have hoped.

Why should we stay here and make ourselves miserable by talk ?" "But because we have failed," he said steadily, "is that a reason we should creep off and brood over our failure in silence?
No, let's talk it out, man to man." "You have a fine courage," said the girl.