I'll go.

No alliance, Dad, remember." His father nodded as Jack left the room, to return almost immediately with Mr.McGinnis, evidently quite incoherent with rage.
In the outer office Jack paused beside the desk of the old bookkeeper.
From behind the closed door came the sound of high explosives.
"Rough stuff in there, eh, Wickes," said Jack, with a humorous smile.
For some moments he stood listening.

"War is a terrible thing," he added with a grin.
"What seems to be the matter, Mr.Jack ?" Jack laid before him the document sent out by the Allied Unions.
"Oh, this is terrible, Mr.Jack! And just at this time.

I am very much afraid it will ruin us." "Ruin us?
Rot.

Don't ever say that word again.