IF the professor and Mrs. Wainwright had descended sooner to a lower floor of the hotel, they would have found reigning there a form of anarchy.
The students were in a smoking room which was also an entrance hall to the dining room, and because there was in the middle of this apartment a fountain containing gold fish, they had been moved to license and sin. They had all been tubbed and polished and brushed and dressed until they were exuberantly beyond themselves. The proprietor of the hotel brought in his dignity and showed it to them, but they minded it no more than if he had been only a common man.
He drew himself to his height and looked gravely at them and they jovially said: " Hello, Whiskers."American college students are notorious in their country for their inclination to scoff at robed and crowned authority, and, far from being awed by the dignity of the hotel-keeper, they were delighted with it. It was something with which to sport. With immeasurable impudence, they copied his attitude, and, standing before him, made comic speeches, always alluding with blinding vividness to his beard. His exit disappointed them. He had not remained long under fire. They felt that they could have interested themselves with him an entire evening. " Come back, Whiskers! Oh, come back! " Out in the main hall he made a ges.
ture of despair to some of his gaping minions and then fled to seclusion.
A formidable majority then decided that Coke was a gold fish, and that therefore his proper place was in the fountain. They carried him to it while he strug.
gled madly. This quiet room with its crimson rugs and gilded mirrors seemed suddenly to have become an important apartment in hell. There being as yet no traffic in the dining room, the waiters were all at liberty to come to the open doors, where they stood as men turned to stone. To them, it was no less than incendiarism.
Coke, standing with one foot on the floor and the other on the bottom of the shallow fountain, blas-phemed his comrades in a low tone, but with inten-tion. He was certainly desirous of lifting his foot out of the water, but it seemed that all movement to that end would have to wait until he had successfully ex-pressed his opinions. In the meantime, there was heard slow footsteps and the rustle of skirts, and then some people entered the smoking room on their way to dine. Coke took his foot hastily out of the fountain.
The faces of the men of the arriving party went blank, and they turned their cold and pebbly eyes straight to the front, while the ladies, after little ex.
pressions of alarm, looked As if they wanted to run.
In fact, the whole crowd rather bolted from this ex-traordinary scene.
" There, now," said Coke bitterly to his companions.
"You see? We looked like little schoolboys-"" Oh, never mind, old man," said Peter Tounley.
"We'll forgive you, although you did embarrass us.
But, above everything, don't drip. Whatever you do, don't drip."The students took this question of dripping and played upon it until they would have made quite insane anybody but another student. They worked it into all manner of forms, and hacked and haggled at Coke until he was driven to his room to seek other apparel. " Be sure and change both legs," they told him. " Remember you can't change one leg without changing both legs."After Coke's departure, the United States minister entered the room, and instantly they were subdued.
It was not his lofty station-that affected them. There are probably few stations that would have at all af-fectedthem. They became subdued because they un-feignedly liked the United States minister. They, were suddenly a group of well-bred, correctly attired young men who had not put Coke's foot in the fountain.
Nor had they desecrated the majesty of the hotelkeeper.
"Well, I am delighted," said the minister, laughing as he shook hands with them all. " I was not sure Iwould ever see you again. You are not to be trusted, and, good boys as you are, I'll be glad to see you once and forever over the boundary of my jurisdiction.
Leave Greece, you vagabonds. However, I am truly delighted to see you all safe."" Thank you, sir," they said.
" How in the world did you get out of it? You must be remarkable chaps. I thought you were in a hopeless position. I wired and cabled everywhere Icould, but I could find out nothing."
" A correspondent," said Peter Tounley. " I don't know if you have met him. His name is Coleman.
He found us."
" Coleman ? " asked the minister, quickly.
" Yes, sir. He found us and brought us out safely."" Well, glory be to Coleman," exclaimed the min-ister, after a long sigh of surprise. " Glory be to Cole-man! I never thought he could do it."
The students were alert immediately. "Why, did you know about it, sir? Did he tell you he was coming after us ? ""Of course. He came tome here in Athens. and asked where you were. I told him you were in a peck of trouble. He acted quietly and somewhat queerly,. and said that he would try to look you up.
He said you were friends of his. I warned him against trying it. Yes, I said it was impossible, Ihad no idea that he would really carry the thing out.
But didn't he tell you anything about this himself?"" No, sir ' " answered Peter Tounley. " He never said much about it. I think he usually contended that it was mainly an accident."" It was no accident," said the minister, sharply.
"When a man starts out to do a thing and does it, you can't say it is an accident."" I didn't say so, sir," said Peter Tounley diffidently.
" Quite true, quite true ! You didn't, but-this Coleman must be a man! "" We think so, sir," said be who was called Billie.
" He certainly brought us through in style."" But how did he manage it? " cried the minister, keenly interested. " How did he do it ? "" It is hard to say, sir. But he did it. He met us in the dead of night out near Nikopolis-""Near Nikopolis?"
