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I
wished
that
we
had
had
him
on
our
debate
team
.
At
last
he
stopped
and
seemed
about
to
cry
.
"
I
ca
n't
stand
it
,
"
he
said
bitterly
.
"
I
've
just
got
to
work
some
of
it
off
--
I
had
a
better
set
of
wooden
soldiers
when
I
was
six
.
ALL
RIGHT
!
Is
there
any
one
of
you
jungle
lice
who
thinks
he
can
whip
me
?
Is
there
a
man
in
the
crowd
?
Speak
up
!
"
There
was
a
short
silence
to
which
I
contributed
.
I
did
n't
have
any
doubt
at
all
that
he
could
whip
me
;
I
was
convinced
.
I
heard
a
voice
far
down
the
line
,
the
tall
end
.
"
Ah
reckon
ah
can
...
suh
.
"
Zim
looked
happy
.
"
Good
!
Step
out
here
where
I
can
see
you
.
"
The
recruit
did
so
and
he
was
impressive
,
at
least
three
inches
taller
than
Sergeant
Zim
and
broader
across
the
shoulders
.
"
What
's
your
name
,
soldier
?
"
"
Breckinridge
,
suh
--
and
ah
weigh
two
hundred
and
ten
pounds
an
'
theah
ai
n't
any
of
it
'
slack-bellied
.
'
"
"
Any
particular
way
you
'd
like
to
fight
?
"
"
Suh
,
you
jus
'
pick
youah
own
method
of
dyin
'
.
Ah
'm
not
fussy
.
"
"
Okay
,
no
rules
.
Start
whenever
you
like
.
"
Zim
tossed
his
baton
aside
.
It
started
--
and
it
was
over
.
The
big
recruit
was
sitting
on
the
ground
,
holding
his
left
wrist
in
his
right
hand
.
He
did
n't
say
anything
.
