correspondents here mention your name--Israel Potter--and say you are an
American, an escaped prisoner of war, but nothing further. I want to
hear your story from your own lips."

Israel immediately began, and related to the Doctor all his adventures
up to the present time.

"I suppose," said the Doctor, upon Israel's concluding, "that you desire
to return to your friends across the sea?"

"That I do, Doctor," said Israel.

"Well, I think I shall be able to procure you a passage."

Israel's eyes sparkled with delight. The mild sage noticed it, and
added: "But events in these times are uncertain. At the prospect of
pleasure never be elated; but, without depression, respect the omens of
ill. So much my life has taught me, my honest friend."

Israel felt as though a plum-pudding had been thrust under his nostrils,
and then as rapidly withdrawn.

"I think it is probable that in two or three days I shall want you to
return with some papers to the persons who sent you to me. In that case
you will have to come here once more, and then, my good friend, we will
see what can be done towards getting you safely home again."

Israel was pouring out torrents of thanks when the Doctor interrupted
him.