her marines.

"This is a tremendous chance for descriptive writing,
Stedman," said Gordon, enthusiastically; "all this confusion
and excitement, and the people leaving their homes, and all
that. It's like the people getting out of Brussels before
Waterloo, and then the scene at the foot of the mountains,
while they are camping out there, until the Germans leave. I
never had a chance like this before."

It was quite dark by six o'clock, and none of the three
messengers had as yet returned. Gordon walked up and down the
empty plaza and looked now at the horizon for the man-of-war,
and again down the road back of the village. But neither the
vessel nor the messengers bearing word of her appeared. The
night passed without any incident, and in the morning Gordon's
impatience became so great that he walked out to where the
villagers were in camp and passed on half way up the mountain,
but he could see no sign of the man-of-war. He came back more
restless than before, and keenly disappointed.

"If something don't happen before three o'clock, Stedman," he
said, "our second cablegram will have to consist of glittering
generalities And a lengthy interview with King Tellaman, by
himself."

Nothing did happen. Ollypybus and Messenwah began to breathe
more freely. They believed the new king had succeeded in
frightening the German vessel away forever. But the new king
upset their hopes by telling them that the Germans had