"I expected help—" He paused and his burning eyes flashed toward the hills. "And I still expect it!"
"From whom could you expect it?"
"From here and elsewhere."
"From blacks as well as whites?"
"From both."
"You have been disappointed in not getting it from either?"
"Thus far—yes."
Lee studied him with increasing wonder. There was a quiet daring in his attitude, an utter disregard of the tragic forces that had closed in on his ill-fated venture that was astounding. What could be its secret? It was something more than the coolness and poise of a brave Ulan. His manner was not cool. His mind was not poised.
There was a vibrant ring to his metallic voice which betrayed the profoundest emotion. His daring came from some mysterious source within. It was a daring that was the contradiction of reason and experience. It was uncanny.
Lee asked his questions in measured tones.