“You are my driver,” he said as he stomped past Pino. “You do not serve the laborers.” “I’m sorry, mon général,” Pino said, hurrying after him. “They just looked thirsty, and no one was giving them water. That’s just . . . well, stupid.” Leyers spun around in his tracks, got in Pino’s face. “What is stupid?” “Keeping water from a working man makes him weak,” Pino stammered. “You want them to work faster, you give them more water and food.” The general stood there, nose to nose with Pino, peering into his eyes as if trying to see into his soul. It took every bit of Pino’s spirit not to look
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