But he's windy all right." Again, as they crossed a creek and the horses were drinking, Bob said: "Father thinks General Ward's a crank.

He says Ward will keep harping on about those war bonds, and quarrelling because the soldiers got their pay in paper money and the bondholders in gold, until people will think every one in high places is a thief." "Oh, Ward's all right," answered John.

"He's just talking; he likes an argument, I guess.

He's kind of built that way." It was a poor starved-to-death school that the boys found at Lawrence in those days; with half a dozen instructors--most of whom were still in their twenties; with books lent by the instructors, and with appliances devised by necessity.

But John was happy; he was making money with his horses, doing chores for his board, and carrying papers night and morning besides.