Theodore Goodridge Roberts,
The Red Pirogue — Chapter 3
(1922)
“ So if you attempt to question that—that little girl—my mother's guest—about her father—whom you're hunting for a murderer—I'll consider it my—unpleasant duty to knock the stuffing out of you!” The deputy sheriff stared in amazement. “Say, that would take some knocking!” he retorted. “How old are you, young feller?” “I'm going on eighteen,” replied Ben quietly. “And you think you can best me in a fight?” “Yes, I think I can. I'm bigger than you and longer in the reach—and I'm pretty good.” “But yer sappy. And yer all joints. I'm no giant but I'm weathered. The milk's out of my bones.” ”
