“You didn’t want to come. The average man don’t like trouble and danger. You don’t like trouble and danger. But if only half a man⁠—like Buck Harkness, there⁠—shouts ‘Lynch him! lynch him!’ you’re afraid to back down⁠—afraid you’ll be found out to be what you are⁠— cowards ⁠—and so you raise a yell, and hang yourselves on to that half-a-man’s coattail, and come raging up here, swearing what big things you’re going to do. The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that’s what an army is⁠—a mob; they don’t fight with courage that’s born in them, but with courage that’s borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any man at the head of it is beneath pitifulness. Now the thing for you