The man looked trustingly at him, so that Frank felt a little qualm of
conscience over the fact that he had to deceive him.
"You are very kind, young sir. Indeed, I believe I am weary, and
perhaps a nap would refresh me. If Napoleon sends out a flag of truce
notify me at once," and he settled down on the warm blankets with a
sigh of pleasure.
"Depend on it, such shall be done," replied Frank, turning away; for he
had by this time reached the limit of his endurance, and if compelled to
keep this thing up much longer must have betrayed himself by laughter.
In ten minutes he flew a handkerchief as a signal that the warden
could come in.
Mr. Smithson grinned as he joined them.
"It was well done, my boy. You would sure make an actor, all right. And
now, for fear lest he slip me, I'll have to nab him," he said.
"Do you want any help, sir?" queried Frank.
"Oh! I reckon not. When he sees that I've got him he'll be as meek as a
lamb. He looks on me as a jealous German general desirous of keeping him
out of touch with the king. Watch now."
He bent over the sleeper and touched his face.
"Wake up, Prince Bismarck," he said, in a commanding tone.
The other opened his eyes, stared and then smiled amiably, saying:
"Oh! it's you, is it, general? Fate is against me again.
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