“I saw Kataafa to-day and he says he is anxious for annexation to Herzovinia,” Klinger continued. “The Americans, you know, have acquired title to land in the harbor of Tua-Tua on the island of Kulila. That must be broken up.”
The count nodded. “Go ahead, you have a free rein. And now what about the whereabouts of our friend Captain ‘Bully’ Scott?”
“I am looking for him daily,” Klinger replied. “He is bringing enough guns to arm every Kataafa warrior. All day long I have been getting receipts from the natives for gun to be delivered.”
“Always an eye for business,” the count exclaimed in half jesting disgust. “You merchants own these poor natives body and soul.”
THREE AMERICAN OFFICERS WERE STANDING IN THE ROAD
“What would you have us do?” Klinger answered defensively. “I have spent many thousands of dollars upon these rifles. I am taking great risks in getting them here, for if either of the war-ships seize them they will be confiscated under the treaty, and I have no redress. And, count,” he added, “you know it is all for our country.”
Count Rosen nodded his head, but his steel gray eyes looked squarely into those of the manager of the Kapuan firm until the latter’s fell in quick embarrassment. The count knew that the man’s natural cupidity was a large measure of the driving force stimulating his patriotic enthusiasm.
“There’s nothing to do but wait,” the count said as they reached the door of the store.
Three American officers were standing in the road at the front.