But if they don't it needn't worry us much.

We can hold out here longer than Jorth's gang can hang around.

We'll want plenty of water, wood, and meat in the house." "Wal, I'll see to that," rejoined his father.

"Jean, you go out close by, where you can see all around, an' keep watch." "Who's goin' to tell the women ?" asked Guy Isbel.
The silence that momentarily ensued was an eloquent testimony to the hardest and saddest aspect of this strife between men.

The inevitableness of it in no wise detracted from its sheer uselessness.
Men from time immemorial had hated, and killed one another, always to the misery and degradation of their women.