"So that's why you want to make him do it?"
"Never you mind, sonny. I want you to get him to. That's enough," was the curt retort.
Paul flushed.
"And with regard to the advertising I mentioned," continued Mr. Carter, "I am sure you can easily carry that through. The Kimball and Dalrymple boys are in your class, aren't they?"
"Tell them the Echo wants an ad. from the firm of George L. Kimball and from Dalrymple and Company."
"Oh!"
"As for Judge Damon—well, if you can't manage the judge, I can't tell you how to do it. All is, I want six articles on The League of Nations. He's an authority on international law and the best man I know to handle the subject. He hasn't, however, much more use for me than your father has, and thus far has politely refused every offer I've made him."
"Carl Damon is on our March Hare literary staff," ventured Paul.
"There you are!" declared Mr. Carter triumphantly. "Set him at his father's heels and tell him to bring me the six articles I'm after. Then you boys flax round and get me ten new firms to advertise in the Echo and I'll sign a contract with you to print your March Hare in good shape."