I have never seen anything I dislike more than the oily, stiff, black hair standing up on it like menacing bristles.

I have never had but one straight look deep into his eyes, but in that look I saw the only thing that ever frightened me in looking into a man's eyes in my whole life.
And there is one thing that I have to remember to caution Donald about.
He must carry on this contest in a perfectly open, fair, and aboveboard way, and he simply must not antagonize Oka Sayye.

There are so many of the Japs.

They all look so much alike, and there's a blood brotherhood between them that will make them protect each other to the death against any white man.

It wouldn't be safe for Donald to make Oka Sayye hate him.