"Why, Dunbar, I'm an old country man, and I know.

Make no mistake.

These people, and especially these naval people, do not throw their cards loosely about.

You will undoubtedly hear from him." "It's not likely," replied Barry, "but the old gentleman is great stuff, all right." During the long, sunny spring day, their dinky little train whisked them briskly through the sweet and restful beauty of the English southern counties.

To these men, however, from the wide sunbaked, windswept plains of western Canada, the English landscape suggested a dainty picture, done in soft greys and greens, with here and there a vivid splash of colour, where the rich red soil broke through the green.