"You called me. Why?"
Leonard labored under the disadvantage of hearing all that was said repeated many times. It was irritating; nor was the tone of the other pacific. It was even war-like. "I didn't address you," he said. "I do now: Be silent!"
The other laughed. "Bist ein dummer Junge, my son," he said. "I suppose you are a student. Get your card."
He disappeared, evidently with a view of intercepting Leonard who, emerging from the cave, met him almost at Natalie's side.
The newcomer was surprised to see the girl. "I beg your pardon," he said, removing his cap; then, aside to Leonard: "I will accept your card on another occasion, if you prefer. You are a student of Heidelberg, I suppose?"
"I am a student, certainly, of Hampton, in the United States. I have no card. My name is Claghorn."
The sternness of the newcomer gave place to astonishment. "I beg your pardon, and your sister's," he said, glancing at Natalie. "My name happens to be the same. Naturally, I supposed——"
"The place seems to be alive with Claghorns," exclaimed Leonard.
"And since you are from Hampton, I believe we are related," continued the newcomer. "Cousins, I suppose. You can't be Professor Claghorn?"
"I can be, and am, his son," laughed Leonard. "You are the third cousin I have found to-day."