Bunker started--

"That must be Hechnahoul!" said he.

The Baron looked and beheld, upon an eminence
across the loch, the towers and turrets of an imposing
mansion overtopping a green grove.

"And here is the station," added the Count.

The Baron's face assumed a piteous expression.

"Bonker," he stammered, "I--I am afraid! You
be ze Tollyvoddle--I cannot do him!"

"My dear Baron!"

"Oh, I cannot!"

"Be brave--for the honor of the fatherland. Play
the bold Blitzenberg!"

"Ach, ja; but not bold Tollyvoddle. Zat picture--
you vere right--it vas omen!"

Never did the genius of Bunker rise more audaciously
to an occasion.

"My dear Baron," said he, assuming on the instant
a confidence-inspiring smile, "that print was a hoax; it