She turned and, looking up in a frightened way, said to Bill hurriedly: "I want to see him again.

Carry me!" And Bill gathered her up in his arms and took her in.

As they looked down upon the dead face with its look of proud peace and touched with the stateliness of death, Gwen's fear passed away.

But when The Duke made to cover the face, Gwen drew a sharp breath and, clinging to Bill, said, with a sudden gasp: "Oh, Bill, I can't bear it alone.

I'm afraid alone." She was thinking of the long, weary days of pain before her that she must face now without The Pilot's touch and smile and voice.
"Me, too," said Bill, thinking of the days before him.