I didn't know I said anything till I found myself standing up, and after that I didn't seem to care for anything." "Man! it was fine, though," said Billy Jack.

"I didn't think it was in you." And Thomas felt more than repaid for all his cruel beating.

It was something to win the approval of Billy Jack in an affair of this kind.
It was at church on the Sabbath day that Donald Finch heard about his son's doings in the school the week before.

The minister, in his sermon, thought fit to dwell upon the tendency of the rising generation to revolt against authority in all things, and solemnly laid upon parents the duty and responsibility of seeing to it that they ruled their households well.
It was not just the advice that Donald Finch stood specially in need of, but he was highly pleased with the sermon, and was enlarging upon it in the churchyard where the people gathered between the services, when Peter McRae, thinking that old Donald was hardly taking the minister's advice to himself as he ought, and not knowing that the old man was ignorant of all that had happened in the school, answered him somewhat severely.
"It is good to be approving the sermon, but I would rather be seeing you make a practical application of it." "Indeed, that is true," replied Donald, "and it would not be amiss for more than me to make application of it." "Indeed, then, if all reports be true," replied Peter, "it would be well for you to begin at home." "Mr.McRae," said Donald, earnestly, "it is myself that knows well enough my shortcomings, but if there is any special reason for your remark, I am not aware of it." This light treatment of what to Peter had seemed a grievous offense against all authority incensed the old dominie beyond all endurance.
"And do you not think that the conduct of your son last week calls for any reproof?
And is it you that will stand up and defend it in the face of the minister and his sermon upon it this day ?" Donald gazed at him a few moments as if he had gone mad.

At length he replied, slowly, "I do not wish to forget that you are an elder of the church, Mr.McRae, and I will not be charging you with telling lies on me and my family--" "Tut, tut, man," broke in Long John Cameron, seeing how the matter stood; "he's just referring to yon little difference Thomas had with the master last week.