Then they drew back and again looked at each other with scared eyes and spoke in undertones.
"After this maybe he won't want to follow orders.

Maybe he'll get sort of free and easy and independent." "If he does, you watch Dad give him his marching orders.

Dad won't have no one lifting heads agin' him." "Neither will I," snapped Joe.

"I guess we own this house.

I guess we support that big hulk.