They rode together on some upland trail at sunset time, sharply framed against the bright sky.
There was a whisper below him: "Irene!" And Pierre looked down to blankly staring eyes.

He groaned, and dropped to his knees.
"I have come for you," said the whisper, "because the time has come, Irene.

We have to ride out together.

We have a long ways to go.

Are you ready ?" "Yes," said Pierre.
"Thank God! It's a wonderful night.