"Ump!" said the traffic manager, "I've got to wait for it, too. One of my men is coming in on it. Let's go up to the office. It's pleasanter there."
Together they climbed the stair to the second floor of the station building, and Gantry unlocked the door of his private room and turned on the lights.
"Feeling any more humane than you did this morning?" he inquired genially, after he had opened his desk and found a box of cigars.
"I haven't been feeling otherwise since—well, let's say since midnight last night," countered Blount laughing.
"Why midnight?"
"That was about the time when I made up my mind definitely to stay in the fight."
"Then you are still meaning to go ahead on the lines you laid down this morning?"
"If I wasn't, I shouldn't be here to take the train for the rally at Angora to-morrow night."
Gantry smoked in silence for a little time. Then he said: "You can't do it, Evan. It's fine and glorious and heart-breaking, and all that; but you can't do it."
"I can, and I will!"