"Only two sportsmen here and a nice little show all to ourselves.

Tumble in, and we'll get cheerful.

Not that seat, old dear.

But wait a jiffy; let's sort things out first." * * * * * They snorted out of the dreary tunnel into Rouen in the first daylight of the next morning.

Peter looked eagerly at the great winding river and the glory of the cathedral as it towered up above the mists that hung over the houses.