All the maddening doubts that had haunted me like grinning specters
died. I felt no tremor, my hand was steady, my pulse-beat regular.
The soft breeze had fallen away. No leaf stirred in the quiet that
seemed to await my triumph. Again the crimson splendor of sun-set
illumined the western sky and made a glory overhead—and the dusk was
thickening down below among the mouldering slabs. But that mattered not.