have been a Knight of the Round Table. In these modern days he rides abroad, seeking the Graft instead of the Grail.
Three days after Johnny’s departure, two small schooners appeared off Coralio. After some delay a boat put off from one of them, and brought a sunburned young man ashore. This young man had a shrewd and calculating eye; and he gazed with amazement at the strange things that he saw. He found on the beach some one who directed him to the consul’s office; and thither he made his way at a nervous gait.
Keogh was sprawled in the official chair, drawing caricatures of his Uncle’s head on an official pad of paper. He looked up at his visitor.
“Where’s Johnny Atwood?” inquired the sunburned young man, in a business tone.
“Gone,” said Keogh, working carefully at Uncle Sam’s necktie.
“That’s just like him,” remarked the nut-brown one, leaning against the table. “He always was a fellow to gallivant around instead of tending to business. Will he be in soon?”
