I'll tell them--" "For the love of God don't tell them too much!" Fred exclaimed.
"I'll tell them you're friends of mine," he went on.

"I believe that will solve the sporting license and ammunition problem.

As for the woman--if I were in your shoes I would steal a march on her.

I wouldn't be surprised if your licenses and ammunition permits were here at the hotel by ten tomorrow morning.

I see they've sent your guns already.