In any case let the white men fight it out amongst themselves.

They were fools.

He hated them--the strong fools--and knew that for his righteous wisdom was reserved the safe triumph.
Willems measured dismally the depth of his degradation.

He--a white man, the admired of white men, was held by those miserable savages whose tool he was about to become.

He felt for them all the hate of his race, of his morality, of his intelligence.