"Because of the odds, they think we are bound to yield, no matter if we are in the right!"
"Let them come!" said the butcher's son. "If we have to go, it will be on a wave of blood."
"And they will come some time," said the judge's son. "They want our land."
"We gain nothing if we beat them back. War will be the ruin of business,"-said the banker's son.
"Yes, we are prosperous now. Let well enough alone!" said the manufacturer's son.
"Some say it makes wages higher," said the laborer's son, "but I am thinking it's a poor way of raising your pay."
"There won't be any war," said the banker's son "There can't be without credit. The banking interests will lot permit it."
"There can always be war," said the judge's son, "always when one people determines to strike at another people—even if it brings bankruptcy."
"It would be a war that would make all others in history a mere exchange of skirmishes. Every able-bodied man in line—automatics a hundred shots a minute—guns a dozen shots a minute—and aeroplanes and dirigibles!" said the manufacturer's son.
"To the death, too!"