Every position must be held to the last man: there must be no retirement.
With our backs to the wall, and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight to the end.

The safety of our homes and the freedom of mankind depend alike upon the conduct of each one of us at this critical moment._' The Squire read and re-read the words.

He was sitting close to the tall French window where through some fine spring days Desmond had lain, his half-veiled eyes wandering over the woods and green spaces which had been his childhood's companions.

There--submissive for himself, but, for England's sake, and so that his mind might receive as long as possible the impress of her fate, an ardent wrestler with Death through each disputed hour--he had waited; and there, with the word _England_ on his lips, he had died.

The Squire could still see the marks made on the polished floor by the rolling backward of the bed at night.