The Virginian unlocked the room in the hotel where he kept stored his tent, his blankets, his pack-saddles, and his many accoutrements for the bridal journey in the mountains. Out of the window he saw the mountains blue in shadow, but some cottonwoods distant in the flat between were still bright green in the sun. From among his possessions he took quickly a pistol, wiping and loading it. Then from its holster he removed the pistol which he had tried and made sure of in the morning. This, according to his wont when going into a risk, he shoved between his trousers and his shirt in front. The untried weapon he placed in the holster, letting it hang visibly at his hip. He glanced out of the window again, and saw the mountains of the same deep blue. But the cottonwoods were no longer in the sunlight. The shadow had come past them, nearer the town; for fifteen of the forty minutes were gone. “The bishop is wrong,” he said. “There is no sense in telling her.” And he turned to the door, just as she came to it herself. “Oh!” she cried out at once, and rushed to him. He swore as he held her close. “The fools!” he said. “The fools!” “It has been so frightful waiting for you,” said she, leaning her head against him. “Who had to tell you this?” he demanded. “I don’t know. Somebody just came and said it.” “This is mean luck,” he murmured, patting her. “This is mean luck.” She went on: “I wanted to run out and find you; but I didn’t! I didn’t! I stayed quiet in my room till they said you had come back.” “It is mean luck. Mighty mean,” he repeated. “How could you be so long?” she asked. “Never mind, I’ve got you now. It is over.” Anger and sorrow filled him. “I might have known some fool would tell you,” he said. “It’s all over. Never mind.” Her arms tightened their hold of him. Then she let him go. “What shall we do?” she said. “What now?” “Now?” he answered. “Nothing now.” She looked at him without understanding. “I know it is a heap worse for you,” he pursued, speaking slowly. “I knew it would be.” “But it is over!” she exclaimed again. He did not understand her now. He kissed her. “Did you think it was over?” he said simply. “There is some waiting still before us. I wish you did not have to wait alone. But it will not be long.” He was looking down, and did not see the happiness grow chilled upon her face, and then fade into bewildered fear. “I did my best,” he went on. “I think I did. I know I tried. I let him say to me before them all what no man has ever said, or ever will again. I kept thinking hard of you--with all my might, or I reckon I’d have killed him right there. And I gave him a show to change his mind. I gave it to him twice. I spoke as quiet as I am speaking to you now. But he stood to it. And I expect he knows he went too far in the hearing of others to go back on his threat. He will have to go on to the finish now.” “The finish?” she echoed, almost voiceless. “Yes,” he answered very gently.