THREE:"Okay, it isn't," Albin said. "So make it a game. Just for a minute. Think over all the jobs you can and make a choice. You don't like being here, do you? You don't like working with the Alberts. So where would you like to be? What would you like to do?" He came back to the chair, his eyes on Dodd, and sat suddenly down, his elbows on his knees and his chin cupped in his hands, facing Dodd like a gnome out of pre-history. "Go on," he said. "Make a choice."
THREE:"Did you say that you belonged to the 200th Ind.?"
THREE:"Why do you put one man behind another?" queried Monty Scruggs. "I don't think that's right.Jim's big head'll be forever in my way, so's I can't see anything. Why don't you put us out in one line, like a class in school? Then everybody's got the same show."
TWO:"Very well," said the General; "you shall have the chance." He turned to one of his staff and said:












