"Teach you quick enough. Every man's a born hunter. Rao will have tigers

eating out of your hand. He's a marvel; saved my hide more than once.

Funny thing; you can't show 'em that you're grateful. Lose caste if you

do. I rather miss it. Get the East in your blood and you'll never get it

out. Fascinating! But my liver turned over once too many times. Ha! Some

one coming up to buy a picture."

The step outside was firm and unwearied by the climb. The door opened

unceremoniously, and Courtlandt came in. He stared at the colonel and the

colonel returned the stare.

"Caxley-Webster! Well, I say, this globe goes on shrinking every day!"

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cried Courtlandt.

The two pumped hands energetically, sizing each other up critically. Then

they sat down and shot questions, while Abbott looked on bewildered.

Elephants and tigers and chittahs and wild boar and quail-running and

strange guttural names; weltering nights in the jungles, freezing mornings

in the Hills; stupendous card games; and what had become of so-and-so, who

always drank his whisky neat; and what's-his-name, who invented cures for

snake bites!

Abbott deliberately pushed over an oak bench. "Am I host here or not?"

"Abby, old man, how are you?" said Courtlandt, smiling warmly and holding

out his hand. "My apologies; but the colonel and I never expected to see

each other again. And I find him talking with you up here under this roof.

It's marvelous."

"It's a wonder you wouldn't drop a fellow a line," said Abbott, in a

faultfinding tone, as he righted the bench. "When did you come?"

"Last night. Came up from Como."

"Going to stay long?"

"That depends. I am really on my way to Zermatt. I've a hankering to have

another try at the Matterhorn."

"Think of that!" exclaimed the colonel. "He says another try."

"You came a roundabout way," was the artist's comment.

"Oh, that's because I left Paris for Brescia. They had some good flights

there. Wonderful year! They cross the Channel in an airship and discover

the North Pole."

"Pah! Neither will be of any use to humanity; merely a fine sporting

proposition." The colonel dug into his pocket for his pipe. "But what do

you think of Germany?"

"Fine country," answered Courtlandt, rising and going to a window; "fine

people, too. Why?"

"Do you--er--think they could whip us?"

"On land, yes."

"The devil!"

"On water, no."

"Thanks. In other words, you believe our chances equal?"

"So equal that all this war-scare is piffle. But I rather like to see you

English get up in the air occasionally. It will do you good. You've an

idea because you walloped Napoleon that you're the same race you were

then, and you are not. The English-speaking races, as the first soldiers,

have ceased to be."




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