some other country which was not meant for you. It's easy for us to
talk, of course, for we have still got room and to spare for all our
people. When we begin pushing each other over the edge we shall have to
start annexing also. But at present just here in North Africa there is
Italy in Abyssinia, and England in Egypt, and France in Algiers--"

"France!" cried Monsieur Fardet. "Algiers belongs to France.
You laugh, monsieur. I have the honour to wish you a very good-night."
He rose from his seat, and walked off, rigid with outraged patriotism,
to his cabin.




CHAPTER II.


The young American hesitated for a little, debating in his mind whether
he should not go down and post up the daily record of his impressions
which he kept for his home-staying sister. But the cigars of Colonel
Cochrane and of Cecil Brown were still twinkling in the far corner of
the deck, and the student was acquisitive in the search of information.
He did not quite know how to lead up to the matter, but the Colonel very
soon did it for him.

"Come on, Headingly," said he, pushing a camp-stool in his direction.
"This is the place for an antidote. I see that Fardet has been pouring
politics into your ear."

"I can always recognise the confidential stoop of his shoulders when he