human
You must remember, he pointed out,
gpt
I admit that, mumbled Stringer, pessimistically.
human
But I don't see why the others couldn't have taken their chance. _We_ have to--out there in the jungle. . . .
gpt
No man recognizes the fact more than I do, replied Gran'pa, quickly and warmly.
human
I needn't have come at all. None of us need!
gpt
All this, I remarked,
human
We can't have them here, said Gran'pa.
gpt
The delay and trouble would be tremendous. Besides, I will not be a party to the wholesale slaughter of any animal. It isn't sport, but murder! You've read of modern tiger-hunting. Half-naked blacks, armed with sticks, drive the poor, frightened beasts out of the jungle as if they were rabbits. And the big game hunters shoot them down--again, like rabbits. Pah! It makes my blood boil! What chance has the tiger? . . . They'll start _shelling_ animals next--or machine-gunning them. . . . No! We must go on doing our best, and doing it cleanly and humanely. There may be a temporary slump; but things aren't hopeless. To-morrow, we'll get on the track of this new colony, or whatever it is. Come, Stringer, I'm surprised at you! . . . Don't look so miserable. . . .