But the old man got pretty silent by and by--didn't have much to say, and didn't look pretty comfortable over all that petting that was going on around that duke. He seemed to have something on his mind. So, along in the afternoon, he says:

     "Looky here, Bilgewater," he says, "I'm nation sorry for you, but you ain't the only person that's had troubles like that."

     "No?"

     "No you ain't. You ain't the only person that's ben snaked down wrongfully out'n a high place."

     "Alas!"

     "No, you ain't the only person that's had a secret of his birth." And, by jings, HE begins to cry.

     "Hold! What do you mean?"

     "Bilgewater, kin I trust you?" says the old man, still sort of sobbing.

     "To the bitter death!" He took the old man by the hand and squeezed it, and says, "That secret of your being: speak!"

     "Bilgewater, I am the late Dauphin!"

     You bet you, Jim and me stared this time. Then the duke says: