nal ideas of first-aid
service, Sally," Mrs. Burton remonstrated.

Billy roused himself from his recumbent position and leaned forward. A
single flame which had shot up from the smouldering fire cast a glow
over his colorless face.

"I have been traveling with the Camp Fire party now for a good many
weeks," he remarked in the suspiciously gentle manner with which he
often began his verbal attacks, "and I am yet to hear one single word
about an immediate peace. I cannot see what difference it will make in
the end which country is victor. What the whole world must attain to is
justice for every human being. I thought women were supposed to be the
natural peace makers." Billy smiled--a malicious little smile which was
vaguely irritating. "Women never have been peace makers or peace lovers.
If they had do you suppose men would have continued fighting one another
forever?"

"But, Billy--" Mrs. Burton began and suddenly ceased. A glance at her
sister's face had been sufficient.

Besides, Dan Webster, released from his attention to Sally, had walked
over and stood facing his mother and brother.

The two brothers, though, twins, were utterly unlike in appearance. For
one thing, Dan was nearly six feet tall and splendidly built, with a
vivid color and a suggestion of unusual physical health and power.

"I am sorry, Mother," he said in the voice he kept especially for his
mother, "but I can't stay here and listen to Billy's nonsense and
disloyalty. He is simply in love with the sound of his own voice and
always has been. He has not the faintest understanding of the big things
he talks about. I have stood a good deal from Billy first and last from
the time we were children, because he was little and delicate and I was
not supposed to treat him as I would have treated other fellows. I tell
you candidly what Billy needs right now and what he always has needed is
to have his head punched. He always has taken refuge in his delicacy and
hidden behind women. He is doing the same thing now with all this peace
talk and half-baked socialism. I wonder how far socialism would have
traveled if men had never fought for their rights and the rights of
other people? I wish the socialists in this country would think of that
little fact now and then. I suppose if no one had ever _fought_ for
liberty, most of us would be slaves. But I seem to be talking as much as
Billy! It is only this, Mother, don't you see that Billy and I cannot
both rema