For remember, you struck me and called me 'thief'-- and that sort of thing can't be forgotten, ever, even though we live a thousand years.
"Remember, Herzog--not now, but sometime.

Remember that one word--sometime! That's all!" With no further speech, and while Herzog still stood there by the shop door, sneering at him, Armstrong turned and passed out.

A few minutes later he had been paid off, had packed his knapsack with his few belongings, and was outside the big palisade, striding along the hard and glaring road toward the station.
"I did it," his one overmastering thought was.

"Thank heaven, I did it! I held my temper and my tongue, didn't kill that spawn of Hell, and saved the whole situation.

I'm out of a job, true enough, and out of the plant; but after all, I'm free--and I know what's in the wind! "There's yet hope.