"Why," he cried, "it isn't Loudon Dodd ?" "Myself, my dear fellow," replied Mr.Dodd, springing to his feet with companionable alacrity.

"I had a half-hope it might be you, when I found your name on the papers.

Well, there's no change in you; still the same placid, fresh-looking Britisher." "I can't return the compliment; for you seem to have become a Britisher yourself," said Havens.
"I promise you, I am quite unchanged," returned Dodd.

"The red tablecloth at the top of the stick is not my flag; it's my partner's.
He is not dead, but sleepeth.

There he is," he added, pointing to a bust which formed one of the numerous unexpected ornaments of that unusual cabin.
Havens politely studied it.