Yet the whole thing had been done merely incidentally
round a big fire under the Wisconsin timber, with a dead
wolf or two lying in the snow.

So no wonder that Mr. Fyshe did not propose to invite
Mr. Boulder to his little dinner. No, indeed. In fact,
his one aim was to keep Mr. Boulder and his log house
hidden from the Duke.

And equally no wonder that as soon as Mr. Boulder read
of the Duke's arrival in New York, and saw by the _Commercial
Echo and Financial Undertone_ that he might come to the
City looking for investments, he telephoned at once to
his little place in Wisconsin--which had, of course, a
primeval telephone wire running to it--and told his
steward to have the place well aired and good fires
lighted; and he especially enjoined him to see if any of
the shanty men thereabouts could catch a wolf or two, as
he might need them.

* * * * * * *

"Is no one else coming then?" asked the rector.

"Oh yes. President Boomer of the University. We shall be
a party of four. I thought the Duke might be interested
in meeting Boomer. He may care to hear something of the
archaeological remains of the continent."

If the Duke did so care, he certainly had a splendid