He went to his grotto, and carefully thought out a plan of campaign.
The next day he gathered his forces about him, and endeavored to fire their hearts by a little theatrical effect.
"What say you, boys, to a cartel ?" he said.
"A cartel ?" "Yes; a challenge to those miserable ones of the hill, daring them to battle." "But those hill dwellers cannot read; do you not know that, you silly ?" Andrew Pozzo cried.

"How, then, can you send a challenge ?" "How but by word of mouth ?" replied Napoleon.

"See, here are Uncle Joey Fesch and big Ilari; they shall go with their sticks, and stand before those shepherd boys, and shall cry aloud"-- "Shall we, then ?" broke in big Ilari.

"I will do no crying." Napoleon said nothing.

He simply looked at the big fellow--looked at him--and went on as if there had been no interruption,-- "And shall cry aloud, 'Holo, miserable ones! holo, rascal shepherds! The town boys dare you to fight them.