For a long time they drove without a word.
"Say, it's mighty fine, isn't it ?" he said, adopting Hughie's low tone.
"Splendid!" exclaimed Hughie.

"My! I could just hug those big trees.
They look at me like--like your mother, don't they, or mine ?" But this was beyond Billy Jack.
"Like my mother ?" "Yes, you know, quiet and--and--kind, and nice." "Yes," said Thomas, breaking in for the first time, "that's just it.
They do look, sure enough, like my mother and yours.

They have both got that look." "Git-ep!" said Billy Jack to his team.

"These fellows'll be ketchin' something bad if we don't get into the open soon.

Shouldn't wonder if they've got 'em already, making out their mothers like an old white pine.