Mr. Smithson grinned as he joined them.
"It was well done, my boy. You would sure make an actor, all right. And now, for fear lest he slip me, I'll have to nab him," he said.
"Do you want any help, sir?" queried Frank.
"Oh! I reckon not. When he sees that I've got him he'll be as meek as a lamb. He looks on me as a jealous German general desirous of keeping him out of touch with the king. Watch now."
He bent over the sleeper and touched his face.
"Wake up, Prince Bismarck," he said, in a commanding tone.
The other opened his eyes, stared and then smiled amiably, saying:
"Oh! it's you, is it, general? Fate is against me again. I yield myself a prisoner of war. You can fasten my hands if you wish, but I have dined well for one day."