and must suffer the penalty."

"But where does the swindling come in?" expostulated Wilcox. "I
advertised a seven-shooter. I didn't say anything about a
revolver. It will shoot seven shot, or twice that number, if you
only put them in. If anybody is green enough to suppose I meant a
revolver, that's his lookout, not mine."

"We are not called upon to decide the point," said the special
agent. "The question is one for the court and the jury. But you
must go with me to Cleveland. So get ready."

Finding persuasion, argument, and remonstrance alike useless, the
great mechanical genius packed his satchel in preparation for the
journey. Once fairly on the road, he became communicative, and
explained the reasons which led him to embark in the enterprise.
"In the first place," said he, "I read Barnum's Life, and accepted
the doctrine that the American people like to be humbugged. I
planned the shooter myself, and, in wording the circular, aimed to
cover the points and keep within the law. I think I have
succeeded."

"I beg leave to differ," argued the special agent. "Aside from the
general falsity of the description, there are specific claims which
you cannot make good."

"I don't see the matter in that light," replied the champion of the
seven-shooter. "I say, 'Wherever introduced, they advertise
themselves.' Well, don't they? Whoever gets one will be apt to
tell his neighbors. Isn't that advertising itself? I also say,