"Victory is the winning of millions; defeat is the loss of millions.

Do you imagine Mr.Newnham will care about a little thing such as I've promised the men?
Harry, our president is a badly worried man, though he doesn't allow himself to show it.

Once the road is finished, operating and safe, he won't care what money he has to spend in rewards.

He-----" Tom did not finish his words.

Instead he dug his heels into his pony, bringing his left hand down hard on that animal's flank.
"Yi, yi, yi! Git!" called Tom, bending low over his mount's neck.
He drove straight ahead.