He thrust out a great arm and doubled it up, like a prizefighter testing his muscle.
"Old?
I'm not old! I was only twenty-eight when that happened up there, and I'm forty-eight now.

That isn't old.

It's what is in me that's grown old.

I'll do it, Kent! I'll do it, if I hang for it!" Kent fairly leaped upon him.

"God bless you!" he cried huskily.