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the carriages； the prices charged and the length of the journey。
In time he passed as in a vision from wretched Brindisi to charming Corfu； from Corfu to the little war…bitten city of Patras and from Patras by rail at the speed of an ox…cart to Athens。
With a smile of grim content and surrounded in his carriage with all his beautiful brown luggage； he swept through the dusty streets of the Greek capital。 Even as the vehicle arrived in a great terraced square in front of the yellow palace； Greek recruits in garments representing many trades and many characters were marching up cheering for Greece and the king。 Officers stood upon the little iron chairs in front of the cafes； all the urchins came running and shouting； ladies waved their handkerchiefs from the balconies； the whole city was vivified with a leaping and joyous enthusiasm。 The Atheniansas dragomen or otherwise…had preserved an ardor for their glorious traditions； and it was as if that in the white dust which lifted from the plaza and floated across the old…ivory face of the palace； there were the souls of the capable soldiers of the past。 Coleman was almost intoxicated with it。 It seemed to celebrate his own reasons； his reasons of love and ambition to conquer in love。
When the carriage arrived in front of the Hotel D'Angleterre； Coleman found the servants of the place with more than one eye upon the scene in the plaza； but they soon paid heed to the arrival of a gentleman with such an amount of beautiful leather luggage； all marked boldly with the initials 〃R。 C。〃 Coleman let them lead him and follow him and conduct him and use bad English upon him without noting either their words； their salaams or their work。 His mind had quickly fixed upon the fact that here was the probable headquarters of the Wainwright party and； with the rush of his western race fleeting through his veins； he felt that he would choke and die if he did not learn of the Wainwrights in the first two minutes。 It was a tragic venture to attempt to make the Levantine mind understand something off the course； that the new arrival's first thought was to establish a knowlege of the whereabouts of some of his friends rather than to swarm helter…skelter into that part of the hotel for which he was willing to pay rent。 In fact he failed to thus impress them； failed in dark wrath； but； nevertheless； failed。 At last he was simply forced to concede the travel of files of men up the broad； redcarpeted stair…case； each man being loaded with Coleman's luggage。 The men in the hotel…bureau were then able to comprehend that the foreign gentleman might have something else on his mind。 They raised their eye…brows languidly when he spoke of the Wainwright party in gentle surprise that he had not yet learned that they were gone some time。 They were departed on some excursion。 Where？ Oh； really…it was almost laughable； indeed…they didn't know。 Were they sure？ Why； yes…it was almost laughable； indeed …they were quite sure。 Where could the gentleman find out about them ？ Well； they…as they had explained…did not know； but…it was possible…the American minister might know。 Where was he to be found？ Oh； that was very simple。 It was well known that the American minister had apartments in the hotel。 Was he in？ Ah； that they could not say。 So Coleman； rejoicing at his final emancipation and with the grime of travel still upon him； burst in somewhat violently upon the secretary of the Hon。 Thomas M。 Gordner of Nebraska； the United States minister to Greece。 From his desk the secretary arose from behind an accidental bulwark of books and govermental pamphets。 〃 Yes； certainly。 Mr。 Gordner is in。 If you would give me your card…〃
Directly。 Coleman was introduced into another room where a quiet man who was rolling a cigarette looked him frankly but carefully in the eye。 〃The Wainwrights 〃 said the minister immediately after the question。 〃Why； I myself am immensely concerned about them at present。 I'm afraid they've gotten themselves into trouble。'
〃 Really？ 〃 said Coleman。
〃 Yes。 That little professor is rathererstubborn； Isn't he ？ He wanted to make an expedition to Nikopolis and I explained to him all the possibilities of war and begged him to at least not take his wife and daughter with him。〃
〃 Daughter；〃 murmured Coleman； as if in his sleep。
〃But that little old man had a head like a stone and only laughed at me。 Of course those villainous young students were only too delighted at a prospect of war； but it was a stupid and absurd。 thing for the man to take his wife and daughter there。 They are up there now。 I can't get a word from them or get a word to them。〃
Coleman had been choking。 〃Where is Nikopolis？ 〃 he asked。
The minister gazed suddenly in comprehension of the man before him。 〃 Nikopolis is in Turkey；〃 he answered gently。
Turkey at that time was believed to be a country of delay； corruption； turbulence and massacre。 It meant everything。 More than a half of the Christians of the world shuddered at the name of Turkey。 Coleman's lips tightened and perhaps blanched； and his chin moved out strangely； once； twice； thrice。 〃 How can I get to Nikopolis？ 〃 he said。
The minister smiled。 〃 It would take you the better part of four days if you could get there； but as a matter of fact you can't get there at the present time。 A Greek army and a Turkish army are looking at each other from the sides of the river at Arta…the river is there the frontier…and Nikopolis happens to be on the wrong side。 You can't reach them。 The forces at Arta will fight within three days。 I know it。 Of course I've notified our legation at Constantinople； but； with Turkish methods of communication； Nikopolis is about as far from Constantinople as New York is from Pekin。〃
Coleman arose。 〃They've run themselves into a nice mess；〃 he said crossly。 〃 Well； I'm a thousand times obliged to you； I'm sure。〃
The minister opened his eyes a trifle。 You are not going to try to reach them； are you ？ 〃
〃 Yes；〃 answered Coleman； abstractedly。 〃 I'm going to have a try at it。 Friends of mine； you know…〃
At the bureau of the hotel； the correspondent found several cables awaiting him from the alert office of the New York Eclipse。 One of them read： 〃State Department gives out bad plight of Wainwright party lost somewhere； find them。 Eclipse。〃 When Coleman perused the message he began to smile with seraphic bliss。 Could fate have ever been less perverse。
Whereupon he whirled himself in Athens。 And it was to the considerable astonishment of some Athenians。 He discovered and instantly subsidised a young Englishman who； during his absence at the front； would act as correspondent for the Eclipse at the capital。 He took unto himself a dragoman and then bought three horses and hired a groom at a speed that caused a little crowd at the horse dealer's place to come out upon the pavement and watch this surprising young man ride back toward his hotel。 He had already driven his dragoman into a curious state of Oriental bewilderment and panic in which he could only lumber hastily and helplessly here and there； with his face in the meantime marked with agony。 Coleman's own field equipment had been ordered by cable from New York to Lond