“Too bad, boy,” said Welton at his elbow. “But don't take it too hard. You've done more than any of the rest of us could. And we're all losers together.”
Orde looked at him strangely.
“That about settles it,” repeated Welton.
“Settle!” cried Orde. “I should think not.”
Welton smiled quaintly.
“Don't you know when you're licked?”
“Licked, hell!” said Orde. “We've just begun to fight.”
“What can you do?”
“Get that bridge span out of there, of course.”
“How?”