"Arrmis-stice," said Archer, wrestling with the word.
"Oh," said Tom.
"That's the way to handle 'em," Archer said with undisguised satisfaction.
"I never saw you like that before," said Tom. "I had to laugh when you said consarn."
"That's the Huns all overr," said Archer, his vehemence not yet altogether abated. "They'll try to do the bossing even afterr they'rre licked. Treaties! They've got theirr firrst taste of a Yankee treaty, hey? Didn't even have a sworrd and wanted me to think they werre doin' us a favorr! President Wilson knows how to handle that bunch, all right, all right!—Don't row if you'rre tirred."
"It don't hurt my leg to row, only I see now I couldn't swim it."
"Think I didn't know that?" said Archer.
"I got to admit you did fine," said Tom.
"You got to get 'em down on theirr knees beforre you make a treaty with 'em," boasted Archer. "You can see yourself they'rre no good when they haven't got any commanderr—or any arrms. When Uncle Sam makes a treaty with that gang, crab-apples, but I hope he gets the boat, too."
"I know what you mean," said Tom soberly. "I have to laugh at the way you talk when you get mad. It reminds me of the country and Temple Camp."