At all events, he should go out somewhere, and beat the big British drum, one way or another.

I believe it's our only hope.

We're rotting at home--some of us sunk in barbarism, some coddling themselves in over-refinement.

What's the use of preaching peace and civilisation, when we know that England's just beginning her big fight--the fight that will put all history into the shade! We have to lead the world; it's our destiny; and we must do it by breaking heads.

That's the nature of the human animal, and will be for ages to come.' Carnaby nodded assent.
'If we were all like your brother,' Rolfe went on.