He was stupid with fatigue and depression.

But he had been in telephonic communication all the afternoon with Delaine and Lady Merton at Lake Louise, as to their departure for the Pacific.
They knew nothing and should know nothing of his own catastrophe; their plans should not suffer.
He went out into the summer night to take breath, and commune with himself.

The night was balmy; the stars glorious.

On a siding near the hotel stood the private car which had arrived that evening from Vancouver, and was to go to Laggan the following morning to fetch the English party.

They were to pick him up, on the return, at Field.
He had failed to save his father, and his honest effort had been made in vain.