On the whole, I think you have been somewhat rash." "I guess you're clever enough to see that since I've taken a lot of chances in coming I'm not likely to be bluffed off now.

But we'll let that go.

The most important thing is that Blake will die unless he gets proper treatment--and gets it mighty soon." Clarke regarded him with a mocking smile.
"It's a matter of indifference to me whether Blakes dies or not." "Oh, no!" said Harding.

"On the whole, you would rather he did die.
He's in the way." He could not tell whether this shot had reached the mark, for though Clarke's eyes were steadily fixed on him the man's face was inscrutable.
"If you're right, it seems strange that you should urge me to prescribe for him." "There are precautions I mean to take," Harding informed him dryly.
"However, I haven't come here to argue.

For reasons of your own, you sent us into a belt of country which you thought we couldn't possibly get through.