Do what?" asked Zaidos.

"Why," said Velo, "I asked what his name was one night and he said John
Smith. I think that old doctor is making a mistake."

"What does it matter?" said Zaidos. "He would make just the same
effort to save the plain John Smiths as he would to save the princes of
the world."

"Pooh!" said Velo, sneering. "I guess not! Why should he? He knows a
thing or two and you will find it out some day. Why, nobody does
anything for anybody unless they get paid for it somehow or other!"

"Oh, say," said Zaidos, getting up and striking one clenched, fist
violently into the other, "I wouldn't have your little bit of a soul
for anything on earth! I wouldn't have your mean, little bit of a
suspicious, ungenerous mind! I hate to remind a fellow like you of
anything so fine, but how about my father? What pay, _pay_, mind you,
did he ever get for taking care of _you_? What did he ever get for
starting that colony of sick people up on the mountain back of his
hunting lodge, with a doctor right there, and a nurse or two paid by
father? Do you suppose it made him feel good to see them tottering all
over the preserve where he could no longer shoot, for fear of hitting
some of the poor wretches?"

"No," agreed Velo, "he didn't get a thing out of all that, and I always
thought that colony for the sick was the silliest thing I ever heard
of. I'll tell you right now when I get hold of things--" he caught
himself up quickly. "I mean, of course, when _you_ get hold of things,
if you do as I would do, you will send those people packing back to
their slums as fast as they can go. As far as his doing for me, why,
I'm one of the family and he sort of had to. It is a duty. Besides,
do you suppose it was very much fun sticking around that house, quiet
as the grave, _nothing_ going on, _no_ one coming to see your father
but old, grey-headed men and women forever fixing up charities?"

"That's all right," said Zaidos. "Do you know what I am going to do as
soon as I get out of this? I'm going to cut right back to America and
study as hard as I can. Then as soon as the war is over, I will come
back here and straighten everything up. I will of course keep the
title. You can't give that away, and I wouldn't want to. I'm proud of
my name. It is an honorable one and it has been kept clean by the men
before me; but I mean to give Greece everything I can turn into money.
Then I'll take enough to start me, go back