Introductions were made, Napper Tandy joined the others at the table, an Indian waiter, complete with turban, took their order and did not flinch when Tandy asked him for a footbath, explaining to the rest: "me boots are too tight, which is no great hardship when on a horse, but it's a fair walk here from the place I was dropped at, and I'm not overly impressed with the state of yer roads hereabouts; an sure as sure, it wouldna take an assiduous bibliolater to find instructions on how the Roman's made their good toads, fit fer an army to march twenty or thirty miles a day, an them jist in their caligae – it's a well-known fact that Saint Isidore of Seville described them, so look it up and Bingo! another string fer yer bows, gentlemen; now, let me fist explain the problem: we have a growing number of people, committed to the cause, but we need to train them, kit them out – including their feet, perhaps even, particularly their feet – and supply them with effective weapons; now, those marvellous rifles you sold to the Fleets are excellent, but the rubber bullets won't pass muster! consider our adversary – not just the British Empire, which grows like some kind of geomalism, spreading it's tentacles far and wide across the globe, right round the globe, with it's beating heart and grasping mind in London Town! what effect will rubber bullets have, gentlemen? they'll bounce right off, for the Empire has a shield, right around itself, which is impenetrable, unless or brave bhoys have proper ammunition – look, listen, for I have been to Woolwich Arsenal, not yesterday, not tomorrow, but at about the same time as you two!" and he looked at MacFarlane and Doubleday: "indeed, I have spoken with your supplier, in the same public house, but please don't doubt him, he is loyal to yourselves, and not just for the money, and won't deal with me – not directly; he will deal only with you; so, there it is, you know our needs, for rifles and ammunition, and I have an idea of your terms, from little things yer maun said, and din't say, so – can we conclude this amicably?" and there was a deathly silence around the table under the glare of Napper Tandy!