It could not die utterly because of what he felt in himself.

Yet--what was in store for him?
Why was his hope so unquenchable?
There could be no _resurgam_ for Daren Lane.
Resignation should have brought him peace--peace--when every nerve in his shell-shocked body racked him--when he could not subdue a mounting hope that all would be well at home--when he quivered at thought of mother, sister, sweetheart! The ship glided on under the shadow of America's emblem--a bronze woman of noble proportions, holding out a light to ships that came in the night--a welcome to all the world.

Daren Lane held to his maimed comrade while they stood bare-headed and erect for that moment when the, ship passed the statue.

Lane knew what Blair felt.

But nothing of what that feeling was could ever be spoken.