Why, you've been yelling for settlers like a kid squalling for milk--and you say we're not invited now we've come here! I'm going to write and tell the U.S.
papers what that dope is worth!" "Ivory hunters are not settlers," the collector interjected.
"Who said we're ivory hunters ?" Will was in a fine rage, and Fred and I leaned back to enjoy the official's discomfort.

"Besides, your ads bragged about the big game as one of the chief attractions! All the information you can possibly have against us must have come from a female crook in the pay of the German government! You're not behaving the way gentlemen do where I was raised!" "There is no intention to offend," said the collector.
"Intention is good!" said Will, laughing in spite of himself.

"There's another thing I want to know.

What about ammunition?
We're to have our guns.

They're useless without cartridges.