She knew both the speakers well.

Ebenezer Jenkyns had indeed been paying her some attention of late, although she laughed him to scorn.

Much more to her liking was bold John Stark, her father's kinsman; and as there was nobody in the room beside these two, she ventured to go a step within the doorway and ask: "What is the matter now, Jack?
what are you two fighting about so hotly ?" "Faith, 'tis ever the same old tale--more massacres and outrages upon our borders, more women and children slaughtered! Settlers from the western border calling aloud to us to send them help, and these Quaker fellows of the Assembly doing nothing but wrangle, wrangle, wrangle with the Governor, and standing idle whilst their brothers perish.

Save me from the faith of the peace makers!" Again the other young man moved uneasily, the more so as he saw the look of disdain and scorn flitting over the pretty face of Susanna.
"Thee does us an injustice, friend," he said.

"Was it not Benjamin Franklin who a few months back gave such notable help to General Braddock that he called him the only man of honesty and vigour in all the western world?
But the Lord showed that He would not have us attack our brother men, and Braddock's army was cut to pieces, and he himself slain.