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Rh light! Greater," he said, speaking with slow deliberation, "greater, my Brothers! And then—still greater. To grow and again—to grow. To grow at last into the fellowship and understanding of God. Growing Till the earth is no more than a footstool Till the spirit shall have driven fear into nothingness, and spread" He swung his arms heavenward—"There!"

His voice ceased. The white glare of one of the searchlights wheeled about, and for a moment fell upon him, standing out gigantic with hand upraised against the sky.

For one instant he shone, looking up fearlessly into the starry deeps, mail-clad, young and strong, resolute and still. Then the light had passed and he was no more than a great black outline against the starry sky, a great black outline that threatened with one mighty gesture the firmament of heaven and all its multitude of stars.