And then, at his order, the rifles spoke in unison over a soldier's grave.
"But I've never _seen_ him!" she said to him piteously, after the echoes of the salutes had passed.

It was as though she was unable to comprehend.
"No," said Allen Barnes.

"But keep this picture of him--think that he died like a gentleman and a soldier.

A good man, Sim Gage." He turned away and walked down the grade apart from them, hardly seeing what lay before him, hardly hearing the rush of the waters down the canyon.
When men began to question as to the cause of the disaster, it became plain that some man, whose name no one will ever know, must have crept along the side of the river bank below the road grade, and have fired the fuse of a heavy charge of rack-rock, which, none might know how long, had been hid between the buttresses and back of the apron of the dam.
Doctor Barnes reasoned now that that man in all likelihood had come from below.

If so, in all likelihood he was one of the Dorenwald party.