“They are both good writers,” said the Virginian. And as he was
finishing the monument that we had made, young Lin McLean joined us.
He was a little ashamed of the feelings that he had shown yesterday, a
little anxious to cover those feelings with brass.
“Well,” he said, taking an offish, man-of-the-world tone, “all this fuss
just because a woman believed in God.”
“You have put it down wrong,” said the Virginian; “it's just because a
man didn't.”