Poor dad! he's looking for a place to sleep." Five days later poor dad, having slept each night on deck in his clothes while the ship plowed through a cold drizzle, and having starved in a sadly depleted dining saloon, was a sight to move the heart of a political opponent.

Immediately after a dinner that had scarcely satisfied a healthy Texas appetite he lounged gloomily in the deck chair which was now his stateroom.

Jauntily Geoffrey West came and sat at his side.
"Mr.Larned," he said, "I've got something for you." And, with a kindly smile, he took from his pocket and handed over a large, warm baked potato.

The Texan eagerly accepted the gift.
"Where'd you get it ?" he demanded, breaking open his treasure.
"That's a secret," West answered.

"But I can get as many as I want.