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"You are willing to risk it? You don't think it would be better to wait until after the election is won?" "You have heard my conditions," reiterated Craig. "Done," broke in Travis. "I'm going to fight it out, Bennett. If we get in wrong by dickering with them at the start it may be worse for us in the end. Paying amounts to confession." Bennett shook his head dubiously.
Travis was not born in the United States, but qua golfer he is American pure and simple. Which shows the danger of too hasty generalisation, even on the part of a genius. And it shows more. When he wrote those words Kipling was fully justified by the facts as they stood. It is the fault of the character of the American people, which frustrates prophecy.
"Glory hallelujah!" cried Condy, slamming down the book joyfully. "Travis, you are one in a thousand!" "What what is it? she inquired blankly. "Never mind, never mind; you're a wonder, that's all" and he finished the tale without further explanation.
Then the old Travis spirit came to him and he smiled: "Dominecker oh, my old grandsire, will you think I am a Dominecker now? I found your will in the old life and tore it up. But it's Tom's now Tom's anyway Dominecker! Wipe it out wipe it out! If I do not this night honor your blood, strike me from the roll of Travis."
These were not animals, or rather they were more than the animals he had always known. And one part of him, the part which remembered the desert rancherias where Cochise had ruled, said they were spirits. Yet that other part of him.... Travis shook his head, accepting them now for what they were welcome company in an alien place.
In me you see the American consul to Opeki. "Captain Travis," Albert explained, "has returned to the United States. I suppose he feels that he can best serve his country by remaining on the spot. In case of another war, now, for instance, he would be there to save it again." "And what are you going to do?" asked Stedman, anxiously. "You will not run away too, will you?"
Say, below the level of a neighboring peak where a man may lie in wait to fire." Silent Apaches faced silent Mongols, and Travis had a chance to taste what might be defeat. But the helicopter must be taken before they advanced toward the ship and the settlement. "And, maker of traps, how do you intend to bait this one?" Menlik's question was an open challenge.
I aint in no shape to fight ditches no more. You have put me where I be, and the less said on both sides the better, it looks to me. If that's so you can say so by word or writing. I should prefer writing as I aint got that confidence I might have. Yours truly, "Miss Nancy," said Travis gently, "is your father very sick this morning?" "I don't know," Nancy replied. "Have you sent for a doctor?"
His head ached with dull persistence, the pain fostered in some way by his own bewilderment. To study the land ahead was like trying to see through one picture interposed over another and far different one. He knew what ought to be there, but what was before him was very dissimilar. A buff-gray shape flitted through the tall cover grass, and Travis tensed. Mba'a coyote?
"Fire cut the walls to pieces!" Travis did not need that order from Jil-Lee. He was already beaming unseen destruction at the best target he could ask for the side of the sphere. If the globe was armed, there was no weapon which could be depressed far enough to reach the marksmen at ground level. Holes appeared, irregular gaps and tears in the fabric of the ship.
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