And then, even if conversation had been in order, it would scarcely have been possible.

That driver could drive! He had no fear and he knew his car.

Kurt could drive himself, but he thought that if he had been as good as this fellow he would have chosen one of two magnificent services for the army--an ambulance-driver at the front or an aeroplane scout.
On the way to Glencoe several squads of idling and marching men were passed, all of whom bore the earmarks of the I.W.W.Sight of them made Kurt hug his gun and wonder at himself.

Never had he been a coward, but neither had he been one to seek a fight.

This suave, distinguished government official, by his own significant metaphor, Uncle Sam gone abroad to find true hearts, had wrought powerfully upon Kurt's temper.
He sensed events.