"A lot of them," said young Walker dourly, "have taken to the woods. They swear they'll never give in!"
"How about the girls?"
Young Walker shrugged.
"They're fluttering about and beginning to talk about clothes. When older women arrive there'll be dress-making—"
"And the lads in the woods," said Calhoun, "will come out to fascinate, and be fascinated instead. Do you think there'll be really much trouble?"
"No-o-o," said young Walker sourly. "Some of ... our younger crowd seem relieved to be rid of responsibility."
"But," interposed the older Walker, gruffly, "he wants it. He thrives on it. He'll get it!" He hrrumphed. "The same with the others who showed what they could do here. We oldsters need them. We don't plan any ... ah ... reprisals."
Calhoun raised his eyebrows.
"Should I be surprised?"
The older Walker snorted.