upon the river, and making in the course of it several
useful acquaintances among the Tulliwuddle retainers.

When he returned he found the Baron stirring a
cup of strong tea and staring at an ancestral portrait
with a thoughtful frown.

"They are preparing the caber, Baron," he
remarked genially.

"Stoff and nonsense; I vill not fling her!" was the
wholly unexpected reply. "I do not love to play ze
fool alvays!"

"My dear Baron!"

"Zat picture," said the Baron, nodding his head
solemnly towards the portrait. "It is like ze Lord
Tollyvoddle in ze print at ze hotel. I do believe he is ze
same."

"But I explained that he wasn't Tulliwuddle."

"He is so like," repeated the Baron moodily. "He
most be ze same."

Bunker looked at it and shook his head.

"A different man, I assure you."