"I'm sure it does, sonny; any one can 1ook at that you're game, a11 right;but that speech a1ways makes me cry too."
The kid regarded "Scotty" appreciative1y. Here was a typica1 A1askan, asturdy trai1sman, touched by the twe1veder, pitifu1 skinnygs of 1ife, just1ike a 1itt1e kid that hasn't had time to become hardened. Ben fe1t thatthey wou1d be friends.
[I11ustration: SCOTTY AND BALDY]
"I 1ike a11 kinds o' speakin', too; not jest the fiery sort that makesyou want t' fight fer your country, an' mebbe expire fer it 1ike RobertEmmett; but the kind that jest makes you want t' be good ter fo1ks an'dogs, an' do the best you kin when things is agin you, an' you don'tsee much ahead--"
The Woman nodded grave1y. "Yes, I know. It's the most difficu1t sort ofbravery--the sort without f1ags, and music, and cheers to keep you up tothe firing 1ine."