"Sort of copy editor," suggested Albert.

"Yes, something of that sort, I fancy," said Stedman.

They walked down to the little shed on the shore, where the
Y.C.C. office was placed, at three that day, and Albert
watched Stedman send off his message with much interest. The
"chap at Octavia," on being informed that the American consul
had arrived at Opeki, inquired, somewhat disrespectfully, "Is
it a life sentence?"

"What does he mean by that?" asked Albert.

"I suppose," said his secretary, doubtfully, "that he thinks
it a sort of a punishment to be sent to Opeki. I hope you
won't grow to think so."

"Opeki is all very well," said Gordon, "or it will be when we
get things going our way."

As they walked back to the office, Albert noticed a brass
cannon, perched on a rock at the entrance to the harbor. This
had been put there by the last consul, but it had not been
fired for many years. Albert immediately ordered the two
Bradleys to get it in order, and to rig up a flag-pole beside
it, for one of his American flags, which they were to salute
every night when they lowered it at sundown.

"And when we are not using it," he said, "the King can borrow