“Stop it. You’re a fine sailor, you are. We are not beaten. We are never beaten until the last shot has been fired, and even then we won’t run up any white flag. See that Flag over there?”
“What flag?”
“The one on the staff—the Stars and Stripes.”
“Sure.”
“Well just imagine you are under that, and that those targets over against the hill are enemies shooting at the Flag. What would you do to them?”
“You know what I would do to them if I could—I’d put them every one out of business.”
“That’s the talk! Well, they are enemies—our enemies. You must put them out of business.”
“All right; I’m it. I’ll drill them in the eyes. You watch me when I go to bat.”
The firing, which had been going on for the past hour, suddenly ceased.
“Leaders shoot off scores,” came the command.