“But might makes right. You’re a Prussian.”
Ferry turned and walked down to the canoe. But after he had seated himself and begun to paddle, somehow she wouldn’t start. He turned around and saw that his swift and silent enemy was holding the stern.
“I was wrong, Ferry. Come ashore.”
Ferry climbed out again, and went up to the tent, where he took possession.
His enemy now came and stood in the doorway himself.
“Do you admit you are yellow?”
“No.”
“You told young Hogg to be a slacker.”
“You’re a liar. I told him that Wall Street would have him put on the firing-line and kept there.”
“What has Wall Street to do with it?”