He's got that figured out in good form," laughed Frank.

"I guess he isn't such a dub, after all." "He is probably right in the supposition that such a war would stop the fighting over here--that is, the fighting as it is now going on.

He seeks peace in his own land at the risk of a war with our country." "Then he ought to be shot," declared the boy.
"He was negotiating with Mr.Cameron for the purchase of firearms and ammunition," Nestor went on.

"His people haven't got the guns, and Mr.
Cameron dealt in them." "I see.

Go on--faster," cried the excited boy.
"He went to the office that night hoping to convince Mr.Cameron that he ought to sell him the arms he wanted.