He didn't seem to listen to what I had to say.

And he said something of--love." The youngest tapped his girder on the edge of his iron sole and laughed.
"Brother Redwood," he said, "has dreams." Neither spoke for a space.

Then the eldest brother said, "This cooping up and cooping up grows more than I can bear.

At last, I believe, they will draw a line round our boots and tell us to live on that." The middle brother swept aside a heap of pine boughs with one hand and shifted his attitude.

"What they do now is nothing to what they will do when Caterham has power." "If he gets power," said the youngest brother, smiting the ground with his girder.
"As he will," said the eldest, staring at his feet.
The middle brother ceased his lopping, and his eye went to the great banks that sheltered them about.