Despite the fact that he was only
seven or eight years older than the three chums, he had led a roving
life that had given him a world of experience and an older viewpoint,
and he persisted in regarding them as youngsters. "I'm strong for the
good old U.S.A.," he continued.
"But don't get me wrong. These are fine people down here, and don't
you believe they ain't. Their standards aren't American standards
either in manners or politics. But, just the same, they're good folks,
and don't you let anybody tell you different. I wouldn't turn against
them for anything. So, although your fathers have lots of
money"--here he looked fixedly at Bob, who felt uncomfortable
remembering his father's authorization to offer Stone money to help
them--"well, don't offer me any, that's all."
Bob was silent, but Jack again stepped into the breach.
"Good for you," he said warmly. "I'm glad to hear you talk that way.
But"--and here Jack paused impressively--"suppose the imprisonment of
my father threatened the peace and prosperity of the 'good old U.S.A.'
as you call it. What then?"
Stone looked troubled.
"See here," he said. "What are you driving at?"
"Shall we tell him what Mr. Temple says is behind all this?" Jack
asked his companions.
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