"Come, come!" Collins cried, impatiently, "you can do your visiting after we have our talk. Shall I come to you, or will you come to me?"
"Don't you go out there!" Jimmie warned. "He's got some one hidden.
You'll be shot if you do. Tell him to come here."
"Keep your hands up and come here," Ned ordered, thinking this good advice.
He had already experienced the treachery of the fellow, and did not care to take any chances. Collins came along sullenly, stood stock still, while Jimmie searched him, and then sat down on the framework of the Nelson.
"That aeroplane would look handsomer," Ned said, grimly, "if your men had not set it on fire."
"That was war!" Collins replied. "It is war still, unless we can come to some kind of agreement."
"I haven't much faith in your word," Ned replied. "You played a dirty game on me at Lima, you know."
"The chances of war!" Collins replied. "Now," he went on, "we can come to terms without any reference to the International Peace Congress, if we want to. I'll admit that if things were a little different I wouldn't be asking for terms, but that is neither here nor there. I want your assistance."
"On the level?" demanded Jimmie.
Jackson grinned scornfully, and Collins glared at both.