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Send the bill to MacBride. I knew your name would go down and mine wouldn't." The delay had proved costly, and it was half-past seven before they reached the Manistogee hotel. "Now," said Bannon, "we'll have time to rub down the mare and feed her before I'm ready to go back." Sloan stared at him for a moment in unfeigned amazement. Then slowly he shook his head. "All right, I'm no quitter.
Can't I be your private secretary?" "Consider yourself engaged. Name your figure after it is over. My record on the Streets speaks for how I stand by those who stand by me. But I hate a quitter." "So do I," exclaimed Constance, rising and giving him her hand in a straight-arm shake that made Brainard straighten himself and look down into her face with unconcealed admiration.
"Nothing of the sort," and Farnsworth grasped her arm and fairly marched her along the path to the gate. "You're not a quitter, I know, so what silly notion popped into your head just then?" Patty laughed outright at his quick appreciation of her mood. "Well," she parried, "you see, I don't know you very well." "All the more reason for snatching this chance to get acquainted."
He was no "quitter," no faint-heart either in love or in war, and he was now far too deeply in earnest to accept as final a stingless rejection spoken by lips that were so openly contradicted by the smiling eyes above. Whatever of stern necessity might have inspired the utterance of such words of cold renunciation, it was assuredly neither indifference nor dislike.
The quitter that is in all men more or less, often whispered to us when we were weariest: "Why not take the train? What is it all for?" Well, what is life for? We were expressing ourselves out there on the windy river. The wind said we couldn't and our muscles said we shouldn't, and the snag-boat captain had said we couldn't get down so we went on.
"Yes, they'll want me," I replied, "to write some answer to this stuff." "Can you wait a few moments?" Eleanore rose. "I'll get on my hat. I promised Nora Ganey I'd run her relief station for her to-day." I took her a moment in my arms: "You're no quitter, are you?" I said. "We're in this now," she answered, just a little breathlessly. "And so of course we'll see it through."
But above the general clamor rose the strident tones of Black Mart, alluding with manifest satisfaction to the fact that Baldy was certainly proving himself a "quitter" now. "Baldy may be lame, but he is not a quitter," denied the Woman wrathfully. "Besides, this race is never won nor lost till the first team is in," and she turned to comfort Ben Edwards.
Don't be a quitter. And so on through eternity it seemed an eternity, anyway. I think the young engineer with me thought so, too. He turned quite green once or twice. But then I must have looked that way throughout. All at once it was over, suddenly. Quite unexpectedly, too. I had come to believe that it would go on and on forever.
In weak moments that sort of thing can be said of every great and worth-while experience, of love, of joy, of sorrow, of work. But a girl who allows herself to take this attitude is a "quitter," and doesn't know the first principles of playing the game. Part of the joy of work consists in the mere delight of intellectual exercise, delight in thinking a thing out.
That's one thing I can't stand a quitter." "I wouldn't anyway," Hervey said with great fervor; "but as long as I've got you and what you said to think about, you can bet your sweet life that not even a a a jungle would stop me it wouldn't." "That's the kind of a fellow they want for an Eagle Scout," Tom said; "do or die." "That's me," said Hervey Willetts. And so these two strolled on.
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