Barbarians

tents who could no longer stand the dirty busine

in the House. A plague of liars infested th

while the din of murder filled the world, a few mere men, fed up on the mess, sic

among them had ever before[pg 2] met. They represented all sorts, classes, degrees of education and of ignorance, drawn to a common rendezvous by

tied up to the sun-scorched wharf where scores of loungers loafed

ozen-odd fed-up ones-eight America

ischarged from the Pennsylvania State Constabulary, who seeme

en educated abroad; his means were ample; his time his own. He had shot all kinds of big game except a Hu

ingered, listening to the conversation, slightly amused at

egiment had been, and still was, the 2nd Foreign Legion. He was on his way back, now, to finish his convalesc

ed, a man advancing aft spoke to him by name, and he rec

Neel

fed up with wa

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home in Finistère wher

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nd Fo

in the trenches?

nistère calls me. I've got to smell t

ar, turned his head and cast a professionally a

did not seem to him that there was much ch

g in loud, careless voices. They wore uniforms of khaki resemblin

, respectively, "Sticky"[pg 5] Smith and "Kid" Glenn. Both had figured in the squared circle. Al

ters in New York. They also were fed up with the administration. They kept by themselves during the voyage. Nobody ever learned the

rt in quest of something they needed but could not find in America-something that lay somewhere

him a gentle[pg 6] shove toward the Vosges. Destiny linked arms with Stent and Brown and led them toward Italy. Wayland's rendezvous with Old Man Dea

ere muleteers. Or thought they were. A muleteer has to

ame things never dreamed of in their philosop

h one of them. But the episode of Carfax comes first. It happened somewhere north of th

with a staff officer, he began to r

g