"You are right, old friend.

Forgive my rough words.

I will do it.

It kills me, but I will do it--the country first of all.

O God, pity me and help me!" he cried.
"Amen," said Bentley, his face working with grief, yet iron in its determination and resolution.
Seymour turned on his heel and sprang aft, bringing his hand the while up to his heart.