You know they aren't." That kind of talk always set Jeff going; and I gradually grew to side with him.

"Then you don't call a breed of women whose one concern is motherhood--womanly ?" he asked.
"Indeed I don't," snapped Terry.

"What does a man care for motherhood--when he hasn't a ghost of a chance at fatherhood?
And besides--what's the good of talking sentiment when we are just men together?
What a man wants of women is a good deal more than all this 'motherhood'!" We were as patient as possible with Terry.

He had lived about nine months among the "Colonels" when he made that outburst; and with no chance at any more strenuous excitement than our gymnastics gave us--save for our escape fiasco.

I don't suppose Terry had ever lived so long with neither Love, Combat, nor Danger to employ his superabundant energies, and he was irritable.