“You’ll like Mr. Wade, Red Deer,” said Harry. “He’s great. His troop thinks the world of him.”
“His tinseled uniform was paid for by poor colonial farmers and honest pioneers,” said Gordon, fiercely.
“On the level?” said George Conway.
“He wore a golf suit the last time I saw him,” said Harry.
“Now, Harry, I can see you’re going to spoil it all. The first thing you’ll do, you’ll go and shake hands with him before—”
“Never!” said Harry. “Shake the hand that—er—something or other—mm—squeezes—pinches—er—an unjust tax—er—”
“That’s rotten, Harry!” said Brick Parks.
“Awful,” commented Red Deer.
“That tramples on our unavailable rights,” growled Gordon.
“Inalienable rights, sure—that’s what his hand tramples on—if it tramples at all.”