"They must have been a couple of loonies."
"They were saints," Mark insisted.
"Saints, were they? Well, my father doesn't think much of saints. My father says he reckons saints is the same as other people, only a bit worse if anything. Are you saved?"
"What from?" Mark asked.
"Why, from Hell of course. What else would you be saved from?"
"You might be saved from a wild beast," Mark pointed out. "I saw a wild beast this morning. A wild beast with a long nose and a sort of grey colour."
"That wasn't a wild beast. That was an old badger."
"Well, isn't a badger a wild beast?"
Cass Dale laughed scornfully.
"My gosh, if that isn't a good one! I suppose you'd say a fox was a wild beast?"