"I'll get the revolver," he said.

"Thanks. Look me up in the morning, if you're awake first," added
May; but the other did not answer.

He let Tom precede him, and then turned out the lights. Other
lights he also extinguished as they left the hall and ascended
the stairs. The younger's pride was struggling for mastery; but
he conquered it and spoke again.

"I wish to Heaven you could see it from another point of view than
your own, Tom."

"I have no point of view. You're rather exasperating, and don't
seem to understand that, even if I might have changed my mind
before, it's impossible now."

"That's really only a foolish sort of pride. If I chose my words
clumsily--"

"You did. The devil and all his angels wouldn't make me climb down
now."

The younger left him, and returned in a minute or two with the
revolver.

"Good-night," he said.

"Good-night, old boy. Thank you. Loaded?"