"Major," they heard his voice, "it's time to go."
"Frances—" said Hector.
She made a tremendous effort—triumphed—smiled bravely into his face——
"Go then, dear," she whispered. "God bless you."
This was a woman of the type which makes the old poet's words so very true:
"Sweet and seemly is it to die for one's country."
IV
Throughout the afternoon, Welland had been in joyful mood.
His plans were completed and about to bring forth fruit.
Wandering through crowded Discovery, he sensed the temper of the people and felt that he could not fail.