I said I was going to do my share of fighting--that's what I said.

And I am, too.

Who are you, anyhow?
You talk as if you thought you was Napoleon Bonaparte." He glared at the youth for a moment, and then strode away.
The youth called in a savage voice after his comrade: "Well, you needn't git mad about it!" But the other continued on his way and made no reply.
He felt alone in space when his injured comrade had disappeared.

His failure to discover any mite of resemblance in their viewpoints made him more miserable than before.

No one seemed to be wrestling with such a terrific personal problem.