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IV. A DISCUSSION AT DAWN-2
And he jumped up and began shoving the luggage into his pockets, or strapping it on to his back. As he thrust a tin of canned meat, anyhow, into his bursting side pocket, he said casually: “I only meant that you and I are the most prominent people in the English papers.” “Well, what did you expect?” asked MacIan, opening his great grave blue eyes. “The papers are full of us,” said Turnbull, stooping to pick up one of the swords. MacIan stooped and picked up the other. “Yes,” he said, in his simple way. “I have read what they have to say. But they don’t seem to understand the point.” “The point of what?” asked Turnbull. “The point of the sword,” said MacIan, violently, and planted the steel point in the soil like a man planting a tree. “That is a point,” said Turnbull, grimly, “that
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