Deep voices rang out, and merry laughs, and shrill glad cries of welcome.

The bright light shone down upon a motley, dark-garbed mass, moving slowly.

The spirit of the occasion was manifest.
When the three disabled soldiers, the last passengers to disembark, slowly and laboriously descended to the wharf, no one offered to help them, no one waited with a smile and hand-clasp of welcome.

No one saw them, except a burly policeman, who evidently had charge of the traffic at the door.

He poked his club into the ribs of the one-legged, slowly shuffling Maynard and said with cheerful gruffness: "Step lively, Buddy, step lively!" Lane, with his two comrades, spent three days at a barracks-hospital for soldiers in Bedford Park.