It made his head reel merely to gaze down into those awful depths.

It could not be bridged; no sacrifice, no compensation might ever undo that fatal death-shot.

He did not blame her, he did not question her justification, but he understood--together they faced the inevitable.
There was no escape, no clearing of the record.

There was nothing left him to do except this, this riding through the night--absolutely nothing.

Once he had guided her into safety all was done,--done forever; there remained to him no other hope, ambition, purpose, in all this world.