CHAPTER IV
ANOTHER ALLY
Mr. Cameron was as good as his word.
The next morning when Paul appeared at breakfast, he was greeted with the words: "Well, I won Damon over. You're to go around there this evening and he'll have a paper ready for you to the effect that in consideration of the Echo printing the March Hare, the judge will write for the Echo six articles on the pros and cons of The League of Nations. You are to get Carter to sign this agreement and then we'll lock it up in my strong box at the bank."
"That's bully, Dad. It was mighty good of you to take this trouble for us."
"That's all right, son. I'm always glad to help you boys out. Besides," he added whimsically, "I am not entirely philanthropic. The thing amuses me. I always enjoy beating Carter when I get the chance."
Paul regarded his father affectionately. The big man seemed very human just at that moment,—little more, in fact, than a boy like himself.
"Then, as I understand it, all we fellows have to do now is to round up the ten ads.," he said, dropping into his chair at the table and vigorously attacking his grape-fruit.
"What ads. are you talking about, Paul?" asked his mother, who had just entered the room.
"Oh, we boys down at school want to get some ads. to help publish our new paper."