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But raw hide's cheap and lastin'. I guess I'll make my next gun a thousand pounds heavier, though. "Well, Sir, we struck the General on his beat Vrelegen it was and our crowd opened with the usual compliments at two thousand yards. Van Zyl shook himself into his greasy old saddle and says, 'Now we shall be quite happy, Mr. Zigler. No more trekking.
The art of these passages lies mainly in the fact that we learn more about Zigler indirectly, from his manner of talking, than directly, from the things which he tells us of himself. His statement that he comes from Akron, Ohio, is less suggestive than his fondness for Bull Durham.
Irish yews, of a size that I had never seen before, walled the sunless circle like cliffs of riven obsidian, except at the lower end, where it gave on to a stretch of undulating bare ground ending in a timbered slope half-a-mile away. 'That's where the old Marshalton race-course used to be, said Zigler. 'That ice-house is called Flora's Temple. Nell Gwynne and Mrs.
Apart from my gun, my tale don't amount to much of anything. I thank you, but I don't use any tobacco you'd be likely to carry ... Bull Durham? Bull Durham! I take it all back every last word. Bull Durham here! If ever you strike Akron, Ohio, when this fool-war's over, remember you've Laughton O. Zigler in your vest pocket. Including the city of Akron. We've a little club there.... Hell!
'That's as much beyond me as this! Zigler slapped a fat Debrett on the table. 'But I presoom this unreal Law Lord Lundie is kind o' real in his decisions? I judged so. And one more question. 'Ever meet a man called Walen? 'D'you mean Burton-Walen, the editor of ? I mentioned the journal. 'That's him. 'Looks like a tough, talks like a Maxim, and trains with kings. 'He does, I said.
He extended his blue-tanned hand with that air of Oriental spaciousness which distinguishes the native-born American, and met the visitor's grasp expertly. "Psha! I forgot I'd no card on me; but my name's Zigler Laughton G. Zigler. An American? If Ohio's still in the Union, I am, Sir. But I'm no extreme States'-rights man.
I caught a glint of silver to the southward beyond the wooded ridge. 'That's the ocean the Channel, I mean, said Zigler. 'It's twenty-three miles as a man flies. A sightly view, ain't it? I looked at the severe yews, the dumb yelling mouths of the two statues, at the blue-green shadows on the unsunned grass, and at the still bright plain in front where some deer were feeding.
He talked about the Zigler like a lover, Sir, and I drew him diagrams of the hopper-feed and recoil-cylinder in his note-book. He asked the one British question I was waiting for, 'Hadn't I made my working-parts too light? The British think weight's strength. "At last I'd been shy of opening the subject before at last I said, 'Gentlemen, you are the unprejudiced tribunal I've been hunting after.
By the time Walen had translated, we knew how many children the fat one had at home and when the thin one reckoned to be married. Too bad! Ya-as. Zigler?" "Not that I recall at the present moment," I says. "Well, do," he says. "You'd appreciate it. You'd appreciate it now, I assure you." "I'll remember," I says. "But I don't see how this song and dance helps us any.
The art of these passages lies mainly in the fact that we learn more about Zigler indirectly, from his manner of talking, than directly, from the things which he tells us of himself. His statement that he comes from Akron, Ohio, is less suggestive than his fondness for Bull Durham.
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