"Only because I want it that way. Amos Westler, for example has forgotten more than you will ever learn."
"That's clever," declared Starbuck. "That's expert. You play us off one against another and keep the power for yourself."
Keleher shrugged massive shoulders. "It wasn't original with me. But you're unusually perceptive today, Starbuck. And I'll say this: you've got more spunk than Westler, for all his brains."
"He's soft."
"You bring our people. I'll wait. Tell your men that since they have to pack our tents and cart our belongings, they'll be able to rest when we reach our new encampment. My group will set the place up."
"He ought to be a hermit, that Amos Westler."
Keleher shook his head. "Too scholarly. No outdoor know-how. Give him a book and he's happy. He wouldn't last a week. But he's still a good man, Starbuck. We need men like Amos Westler."
"And we need men like me."
Keleher grinned. "You should have let me say that. Trouble with you is you try to ape me. I'm always a step ahead of you, though. And don't forget it."
"Maybe someday I'll catch up."