"Gee, here's a good one," said Bill. "It's a musket that used to belong to old Count Frontenac. What do you think of that?"
"Who was Fronty?" asked Pud.
"Count Frontenac was one of the greatest governors that Canada ever had in the time of the French regime."
"He was a great man, as our forefathers found out in the time of the French and Indian wars," said Bob. "There are so many stories told, showing what a wonderful man he was. It's like a touch of the past to look at a gun that such a famous man once used."
"That's all right," said Pud, "but it don't help us any in getting out of here."
"Don't get impatient," said Bob. "It will take some time to look up the various things about us."
"That's so, but it's commencing to get dark and I'm getting hungry," said Pud.
"I thought so," said Bob. "I thought it had something to do with your stomach."
"It's too bad that I got into this," said Bill.
"Cut it out, Bill," said Bob. "I've really enjoyed myself so far, for when you come to think of it, we're not in the slightest danger. At the worst, we can call for aid on the American consul here and make him straighten out the matter."