I read it in his magazine.

They're working against the war night and day, he says.

Well, all I mean, I'd hate to go over there and be seasick and everything and then find they had stopped it." Intently, grimly, Sharon climbed from his car.

His short, fat leg went back and he accurately kicked an empty sprinkling can across the floor.
It was a satisfying object to kick; it made a good noise and came to a clattering rest on its dented side.

It was so satisfying that with another kick he sent the can bounding through an open door.
"Gave it the second barrel, didn't you ?" said Wilbur.