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The
services
of
Mr.
William
Terence
Keogh
as
acting
consul
,
pro
tem
.
,
were
suggested
and
accepted
,
and
Johnny
sailed
with
the
Hemstetters
back
to
his
native
shores
.
Keogh
slipped
into
the
sinecure
of
the
American
consulship
with
the
ease
that
never
left
him
even
in
such
high
places
.
The
tintype
establishment
was
soon
to
become
a
thing
of
the
past
,
although
its
deadly
work
along
the
peaceful
and
helpless
Spanish
Main
was
never
effaced
.
The
restless
partners
were
about
to
be
off
again
,
scouting
ahead
of
the
slow
ranks
of
Fortune
.
But
now
they
would
take
different
ways
.
There
were
rumours
of
a
promising
uprising
in
Peru
;
and
thither
the
martial
Clancy
would
turn
his
adventurous
steps
.
As
for
Keogh
,
he
was
figuring
in
his
mind
and
on
quires
of
Government
letter-heads
a
scheme
that
dwarfed
the
art
of
misrepresenting
the
human
countenance
upon
tin
.
"
What
suits
me
,
"
Keogh
used
to
say
,
"
in
the
way
of
a
business
proposition
is
something
diversified
that
looks
like
a
longer
shot
than
it
is
--
something
in
the
way
of
a
genteel
graft
that
is
n't
worked
enough
for
the
correspondence
schools
to
be
teaching
it
by
mail
.
I
take
the
long
end
;
but
I
like
to
have
at
least
as
good
a
chance
to
win
as
a
man
learning
to
play
poker
on
an
ocean
steamer
,
or
running
for
governor
of
Texas
on
the
Republican
ticket
.
And
when
I
cash
in
my
winnings
,
I
do
n't
want
to
find
any
widows
'
and
orphans
'
chips
in
my
stack
.
"
The
grass-grown
globe
was
the
green
table
on
which
Keogh
gambled
.
The
games
he
played
were
of
his
own
invention
.
He
was
no
grubber
after
the
diffident
dollar
.
Nor
did
he
care
to
follow
it
with
horn
and
hounds
.
Rather
he
loved
to
coax
it
with
egregious
and
brilliant
flies
from
its
habitat
in
the
waters
of
strange
streams
.
Yet
Keogh
was
a
business
man
;
and
his
schemes
,
in
spite
of
their
singularity
,
were
as
solidly
set
as
the
plans
of
a
building
contractor
.
In
Arthur
's
time
Sir
William
Keogh
would
have
been
a
Knight
of
the
Round
Table
.
In
these
modern
days
he
rides
abroad
,
seeking
the
Graft
instead
of
the
Grail
.
Three
days
after
Johnny
's
departure
,
two
small
schooners
appeared
off
Coralio
.
After
some
delay
a
boat
put
off
from
one
of
them
,
and
brought
a
sunburned
young
man
ashore
.
This
young
man
had
a
shrewd
and
calculating
eye
;
and
he
gazed
with
amazement
at
the
strange
things
that
he
saw
.
He
found
on
the
beach
some
one
who
directed
him
to
the
consul
's
office
;
and
thither
he
made
his
way
at
a
nervous
gait
.
Keogh
was
sprawled
in
the
official
chair
,
drawing
caricatures
of
his
Uncle
's
head
on
an
official
pad
of
paper
.
He
looked
up
at
his
visitor
.
"
Where
's
Johnny
Atwood
?
"
inquired
the
sunburned
young
man
,
in
a
business
tone
.
"
Gone
,
"
said
Keogh
,
working
carefully
at
Uncle
Sam
's
necktie
.
