They have executions every day in one camp or another. I saw one
coolie, who had been working fourteen hours at a stretch loading carts,
shot down because he hadn't the strength to go on."
"I'm afraid the heat is telling on you, Cleary," said Sam. "This is all
sickly sentimentality. War is war. The trouble with you is that there
has been no regular campaign on to occupy your attention. This lying
about doing nothing is a bad thing for everybody. Wait till the
Tutonian Emperor comes out and we'll have something to do."
"He won't find any enemy to fight," said Cleary.
"Trust him for that," replied Sam. "He's every inch a soldier, and
he'll find the way to make war, depend upon it. He's a religious man
too, and he will back up the missionaries better than we've done."
"Yes. Amen thinks the world of him. Amen ought to have been a Tutonian
soldier. He says the best imagery of religion comes from war. I told
him I had an article written about a fight which said that our men
'fought like demons' and 'yelled like fiends,' and I would change it to
read that they fought like seraphs and yelled like cherubim, but he
didn't think it was funny."
CHAPTER XIII
The War-Lord
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As soon as Sam was well enough to be moved the doctors sent him down to
the coast, and Cleary, who had been up and down the river several times
in the course of his newspaper work, went with him.
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