“Fight?” Wint echoed. “Why, dad, you won’t be able to see me for dust.”
“You’ve waked up at last. You’re not going to sit back and let Routt lie about you, and let Amos trick you.”
“I’m going to fight,” said Wint. “Also I’m going to win.”
Chase exclaimed: “I believe you can. If you try.”
“You know,” said Wint, “in a way I’m glad this has happened.”
“Glad?” Chase asked. “For God’s sake, why?”
Wint touched his arm in a comradely way. “Because now you and I can line up together. Fight side by side. I’d rather have you with me than Amos.”
Chase said, with a sudden humility: “Amos might be able to help you more than I can.”
“I’d rather have your personal vote than all the votes Amos can swing.”
“You’d have had that, anyway.”