ction. With such a sympathetic colleague to fall back upon he
felt confident the _March Hare_ would succeed.

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."

Mrs. Cameron listened while the plans of the _March Hare_ were unfolded
to her.

"Hill and Holden, the Garden Street grocers, are going to put a new
coffee on the market; their man told me about it yesterday and said they
were going to advertise it very extensively."

"There's your chance, Paul!" cried Mr. Cameron. "Call them up this
minute and nail them before they send the advertisement to the papers.
We're customers of theirs and without doubt they'd just as soon send
their announcement to the _Echo_ through you. Tell them they will be
doing a service to the High School pupils, most of whose families' names
are on their books."

Paul needed no second bidding. He sprang to the telephone. A few
instants later he re-entered the room with sparkling eyes.

"O. K.!" he said. "I talked with one of the firm who said they would be
glad to help us out. They'll prepare the ad. and let me have it
to-morrow. They want a quarter of a page."

"They do? Well, well, Paul! That should net the _Echo_ something," Mr.
Cameron remar