It will get one too! The wind's blowing hard from the full to the empty, from the parcelled-out to the virgin land!" "Yes," said Rand.
"Why shouldn't you be the man ?" demanded Gaudylock.

"Just as well you as Claiborne--Wilkinson's naught, I don't count him--or any one still East, like--like--Aaron Burr." "Aaron Burr ?" "Well, I just instance him.

He's ambitious enough, and there doesn't seem much room for him back here.

If Adam Gaudylock was ambitious and was anything but just an uneducated hunter with a taste for danger--I tell you, Lewis, I can see the blazed trees, I can see them with my eyes shut, stretching clean from anywhere--stretching from this room, say--beyond the Ohio, and beyond the Mississippi, and beyond Mexico to where the sun strikes the water! It's a trail for fine treading and a strong man, but it leads--it leads--" "It might lead," said Rand, "to the Tarpeian Rock." "Where's that ?" "It's where they put to death a sort of folk called traitors--Benedict Arnolds and such." "Pshaw!" exclaimed Adam.

"Traitors! Benedict Arnold _was_ a traitor.
This is not like that.