It was a supreme consciousness of immeasurable sacrifice for an ideal that existed only in the breasts of men and women kindred to them--an unutterable and never-to-be-spoken glory of the duty done for others, but that they owed themselves.

They had sustained immense loss of health and happiness; the future seemed like the gray, cold, gloomy expanse of the river; and there could never be any reward except this white fire of their souls.

Nameless! But it was the increasing purpose that ran through the ages.
The ship docked at dark.

Lane left Blair at the rail, gloomily gazing down at the confusion and bustle on the wharf, and went below to search for their comrade, Red Payson.

He found him in his stateroom, half crouched on the berth, apparently oblivious to the important moment.