"Look at that," said Cassowary, "see her fists, she's just like a boy. Sleeping Dog, come here."
A fine up-standing boy with dark hair was trying to slip out of sight, but his elder sister dragged him forward.
"Samuel de Champlain," she said, "also nicknamed Champ. He's eleven and a half, too, 'cause he's Dovey's twin."
"I know de Champlain," said Dallas, "we have a lake named for him. Why is this brother called Sleeping Dog?"
"'Cause it's hard to rouse him," said Cassowary. "His eyes look sleepy, but they have a trick of lighting up and when they do, look out."
"So he's a fighter, too," said Dallas politely.
"Rather, but luckily for us he usually takes it out with the gloves. He's the only one in the family that Dad can get to box with any of the boys round here."
Champ made a quiet but very comical face at her, then caught a smaller boy by the shoulder and swung him forward.
"James Wolfe," said Cassowary, "ten years old and known as Sojer. 'Tention, Sojer. Hands out of pockets. Mother's going to sew them up. Eyes front."