"I really ordered them a few minutes before you arrived. You see, I was quite certain you'd have one. You take one about this hour every day."
"By Jove, you have been watching me!" cried Truxton delightedly.
"What are you doing in Edelweiss, Mr. King?" asked the Baron abruptly but not peremptorily.
"Sight-seeing and in search of adventure," was the prompt response.
"I fancied as much. You've seen quite a bit of the world since you left home two years ago, on the twenty-seventh of September."
"By Jove!"
"Been to South Africa, Asia and—South America—to say nothing of Europe. That must have been an exciting little episode in South America."
"You don't mean to say—"
"Oh, I know all about your participation in the revolution down there. You were a captain, I understand, during the three weeks of disturbance. Splendid! For the fun of the thing, I suppose. Well, I like it in you. I should have done it myself. And you got out of the country just in time, if I remember rightly. There was a price placed on your head by the distressed government. I imagine they would have shot you if they could have caught you—as they did the others." The old man chuckled. "You don't expect to return to South America, do you? The price is still offered, you know."
King was glaring at him in sheer wonder. Here was an episode in his life that he fondly hoped might never come to light; he knew how it would disturb his mother. And this foxy old fellow away off here in Graustark knew all about it.