``We ourselves must stand sentinel.'' Alexander said. ``Under arms day and night, watch and watch about. Those of us present, the Perry brothers, Deslonde and the other midshipmen now have the responsibility of the Somers. A great deal of labor we have as well, for we are too uncertain of where trust may be placed.''

And when he was alone again in the cabin, Alexander lowered his head into his arms and wept, for he knew full well what must be done, what in the end would be done. With all his heart he had loved the Navy and now he must act in accordance with the Navy's implacable laws. And when he did, when he gave to his ship that protection necessary to preserve her honor, he knew he would lose forever the Navy to which he had dedicated his soul.

Where had he failed? How had he failed? He who had tried so hard, who had yearned so passionately to be a great officer. It came to him as he wept there aboard the Somers that it was as foolish to strive for greatness as to seek to storm the gates of heaven. It was given or it was not given. One did one's best and if fortune smiled, there was a reward. One did one's best and if fortune frowned, an eighteen year old boy with murder in his heart sailed aboard one's ship. And Alexander sobbed like a girl for the dreams he had had, and he felt no shame. God knew his tears were his to shed if he so desired, for it had not been with an egotist's rage for fame that he had held precious his naval career. Another field had given him fame enough to satisfy any egotist. It was for love that he had served the Navy. To have someday that love returned was what he had lived for. Now the hope was gone. Yes, he would bring the Somers safely into New York harbor but at a price. Dear God, at what a price.