"Instead I feel my Quaker blood rising in anger, and I'd rejoice if they were to attack now.

A very heavy responsibility rests upon me, Robert, since I've to fight not only for myself but for my ancestors who wouldn't fight at all.

It rests upon me, one humble youth, to bring up the warlike average of the family." "You're one, Will, but you're not humble," laughed Robert.

"I believe that jest of yours about the still, blood of generations bursting forth in you at last is not a jest wholly.

When it comes to a pitched battle I expect to see you perform prodigies of valor." "If I do it won't be Will Wilton, myself, and I won't be entitled to any credit.