"His people haven't got the guns,
and Mr. Cameron dealt in them."
"I see. Go on--faster," cried the excited boy.
"He went to the office that night hoping to convince Mr. Cameron
that he ought to sell him the arms he wanted. He doubtless expected
to leave the office with a signed contract for what he wanted--arms
and ammunition enough to make the proposed raid at least formidable.
He failed. Mr. Cameron would not sell the arms, knowing that they
were to be used against his own country."
"Good boy! Hope he gets well."
"Then this diplomat probably asked for the correspondence which had
been carried on between the two men. He doubtless feared that Mr.
Cameron would reveal the plot to the government, as he would have done."
"Say," cried Frank, "this is getting pretty swift."
"It has been swift from the start," replied the other.
"Did this diplomat get the arms of some one else?" asked the boy, presently.
"I don't know, but it is believed that he did."
"And is coming here with them?"
"Unless they are stopped at the border."
"Then," Frank said, soberly, "I know what all these men are gathering
here for. I know what they are waiting for--guns."
"I'm afraid you are right."
"Does the War department know?"
"Certainly."
"You found out about it and told Washington by wire?"
Frank reached forward and seized Nestor's hand and shook it as if he
expected to keep it in his grasp forever.
"I know you did," he said.
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