All were in aviator's dress, and each carried a parcel by a handle held with stout straps.

Had you seen them, you would have noticed they took particular pains not to jar or shake these parcels, or approach unduly near each other.
At the door of the refuge, Catherine said good-bye to each, and added some brave word of cheer.

Her farewell to Gabriel was longer than to the others; and for a moment their hands met and clung.
"Go," she whispered, "go, and God bless you! Go even though it be to death! Their airmen will take toll of some of the attackers, Gabriel.
Not all the Comrades will return.

Oh, may _you_--may _you_!" "What is written on the Book of Fate, will be," he answered.

"Our petty hopes and fears are nothing, Catherine.