The danger of the battle had aroused in him a certain wild emotion which repeated itself and refused to die, though days had passed.

It seemed to him at times that it would be a great thing to live in the forest, and to have knowledge and wilderness power surpassing those even of Shif'less Sol or Ross.

He had tasted again the life of the primitive man and he liked it.
Mr.Pennypacker was visibly joyful.

The wilderness appealed to him in a way, but he considered himself essentially a man of peace, and Wareville was becoming a comfortable abode.
"I have had my great adventure," he said, "I have helped to fight the wild men, and in the days to come I can speak boastfully of it, even as the great Greeks in Homer spoke boastfully of their achievements, but once is enough.

I am a man of peace and years, and I would fain wage the battles of learning rather than those of arms." "But you did fight like a good 'un when you had to do it, schoolmaster," said Ross.
Mr.Pennypacker shook his head and replied gravely: "Tom, you do right to say 'when I had to do it,' but I mean that I shall not have to do it any more." Ross smiled.