"
Hale nodded.
"Oh, there'll be plenty of chances," Logan added with a smile,
"for everyone to go it alone." Again the Hon. Sam nodded grimly.
It was plain to him that they would have all they could do, but no
one of them dreamed of the far-reaching effect that night's work
would bring.
They were the vanguard of civilization--"crusaders of the
nineteenth century against the benighted of the Middle Ages," said
the Hon. Sam, and when Logan and Macfarlan left, he lingered and
lit his pipe.
"The trouble will be," he said slowly, "that they won't understand
our purpose or our methods. They will look on us as a lot of
meddlesome 'furriners' who have come in to run their country as we
please, when they have been running it as they please for more
than a hundred years. You see, you mustn't judge them by the
standards of to-day--you must go back to the standards of the
Revolution. Practically, they are the pioneers of that day and
hardly a bit have they advanced. They are our contemporary
ancestors." And then the Hon. Sam, having dropped his vernacular,
lounged ponderously into what he was pleased to call his
anthropological drool.
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