Both things would be lies, but the
one would neutralize the other. If I said I could ride a moke, nobody
would see it, and if it were seen it wouldn't make any impression; but to
say I killed two mountain-lions with a jack-knife on the edge of a
precipice, with the sun standing still to look at it, is as good as the
original lie and better; and I score. My reputation increases."
Nathan Rockwell's equilibrium was restored. "You're certainly a wonder,"
he declared. "That's why you've succeeded."
"Have I succeeded?"
"Thirty-three-and what you are!"
"What am I?"
"Pretty well master here."
"Rockwell, that'd do me a lot of harm if it was published. Don't say it
again. This is a democratic country. They'd kick at my being called
master of anything, and I'd have to tell a lie to counteract it."
"But it's the truth, and it hasn't to be overtaken."
A grim look came into Ingolby's face. "I'd like to be master-boss of
life and death, holder of the sword and balances, the Sultan, here just
for one week. I'd change some things. I'd gag some people that are
doing terrible harm. It's a real bad business. The scratch-your-face
period is over, and we're in the cut-your-throat epoch.
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