couple of days to fix the thing all up for the doctor;
indeed, it was so tied up with red tape and all that, that Zaidos was
not sure anyone would _ever_ get the money.

Jack was more than nice to Zaidos, and insisted on taking him to his
own quarters, where he rested quietly for several days. The journey
had been harder than Zaidos had realized. His leg ached, and it was
slow work getting around on crutches. As soon as Jack could get away,
he suggested that they should go down to Hazelden, and see for
themselves if Tony was improving as much as the family claimed.

They went on the train, for Jack had given up his motor car as his
donation to the war fund. In the station, as Zaidos was hobbling
painfully along, a husky youth in uniform bumped into him, and nearly
knocked him over. He apologized.

"All right, Nick, all right!" said Zaidos joyously.

The husky youth stared, then gave a very un-English whoop, and made a
bear rush at Zaidos. When he had finished patting him on the back and
stuttering all sorts of inquiries, he managed to make a few questions
clear. Where was he going? What for? Who was he going to stay with?
When was he coming back? If it wasn't rotten, _rotten_ luck that he
was just off for Paris on government business!

When Zaidos could get a word in edgewise, he broke it to
Nickell-Wheelerson that he was going away from England, back to
America--and to that end his passage was already secured on a vessel
leaving in a week's time. He was going down to visit some people named
Hazelden.

"My second cousins, by Jove!" averred Nick, delighted. "A week? Well,
if I can smooth things over between the Allies and Germany, in less
than that time, I'll come down and ask them to put me up for a day."
He patted Zaidos again. "It certainly seems good to see you, old chap!
Here's my train, so I must go. Don't forget me, and I'll get down
before you leave, if I can."

He dashed for the door the porter held open for him, and with a last
wave of the hand was carried out of sight. When Jack returned, Zaidos
told him about the encounter, and Jack laughed.

"Of course he's a cousin," he said. "One of the nicest fellows I know.
Didn't know you knew him. Odd about its being such a little world and
all that, don't you think?" He laughed. "Once I met a chap in India
way up in the mountains. I was running around a bit, and he was
tracking down a lost tribe or something of the sort. A while after