CHAPTER SIXTY.
A LABELLED LEG.
"It is! it is!" cried Karl, stooping suddenly down, and grasping the shank of one of the birds.
"What ?" inquired Caspar.
"Look, brother! See what is there, round the stork's leg! Do you not remember having seen that bit of jewellery before ?" "A brass ring! Oh yes!" replied Caspar; "now I do remember.

In the Botanic Gardens there was an adjutant with a ring round its ankle; a brass ring, too--just like this one.

How very odd!" "Like!" echoed Karl.

"Not only like, but the very _same_! Stoop down, and examine it more closely.

You see those letters ?" "_R.B.G., Calcutta_," slowly pronounced Caspar, as he read the inscription graven upon the ring.