"Yes," he murmured, "thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory--_the victory_--victory!"  As he spoke his voice rose until the final word was a shout of inexpressible triumph.  Then the colour ebbed away again from cheeks and lips, a film seemed to gather over the still open eyes, the death-rattle sounded in the patient's throat, he gasped once, as if for breath, and then a look of perfect, ineffable peace settled upon the waxen features.  Nugent's gallant soul had gone forth to join the ranks of the great Captain of his salvation.