"We're both old American stock.

And if you aren't a Saxon there never was one--your hair, your eyes, your skin, everything.

And you're a fighter, too." "I guess all our old folks was fighters when it comes to that.

It come natural to 'em, an' dog-gone it, they just had to fight or they'd never come through." "What are you two talkin' about ?" Mary broke in upon them.
"They're thicker'n mush in no time," Bert girded.

"You'd think they'd known each other a week already." "Oh, we knew each other longer than that," Saxon returned.