They were unfeignedly sorry for him, a man so brave and modest, such a splendid type of the soldier and gentleman, yet, by their common law, an outcast.

Nor could they wholly understand his demeanor.

There was a noble dignity in his candor, a conscious innocence that disdained to shield itself under a partial truth.

He spoke, not as a wrong-doer, but as one who addresses those who have been and will be once more his peers.
The first lieutenant again phrased the thoughts of his juniors-- "I, and every other man in the ship, cannot help but sympathize with you.

But whatever may be your record--if you were an escaped convict, Mr.Anstruther--no one could withhold from you the praise deserved for your magnificent stand against overwhelming odds.