At last she learned from loyal lips the nature of Glenn Kilbourne's service to his country.

How Carley clasped to her sore heart the praise of the man she loved--the simple proofs of his noble disregard of self! Rust said little about his own service to country or to comrade.

But Carley saw enough in his face.

He had been like Glenn.
By these two Carley grasped the compelling truth of the spirit and sacrifice of the legion of boys who had upheld American traditions.
Their children and their children's children, as the years rolled by into the future, would hold their heads higher and prouder.

Some things could never die in the hearts and the blood of a race.