“My platform is conservative like the Tea Party but more racialist inclined,” Bertram says.
Bertram wished people would not be so fond of exercising their humour at his expense.
The old trapper was about to set forward when Bertram stopped him.
In a short time a gentle tap announced the Colonel, with whom Bertram held a long and satisfactory conversation.
“Thank you, I do not smoke,” said Bertram, declining the proffered luxury.
For a minute we were all silent, then Bertram inquired when he should start.
So you agree, of course, with Mr Bertram in condemning the use of the pipe.
“I beg your pardon,” said Bertram—and asked the Major where he was to sleep that night.
Bertram obeyed, and grasped the rifle which his friend placed in his hand.
And not once, in all Bertram's apologies, had he referred to them—those words he had uttered.