d conspicuously.

After an interval of time, the Bishop was sleepily conscious of the
arrival of a train, accompanied by a certain amount of excitement, but
it was not till several hours later, when dawn was just beginning to
break, that he was rudely awakened by some one attempting to appropriate
his resting-place. At the same moment he became conscious that a
considerable uproar was going on in the station, and a voice from above,
which he recognised as the journalist's, called out:

"Say! One of that gang's in the bar! I saw him come up to the door as I
was lying in bed!"

Before the Bishop, however, became sufficiently wide awake to assimilate
thoroughly these astonishing facts, the intruder, who was grotesquely
armed with a can of hot coffee and a loaf of bread, deposited his
burdens, and falling upon the recumbent ecclesiastic, proceeded to sit
upon his head, forcing his face into the pillow, and rendering it
impossible for him to utter a single sound. The half light and the
suddenness of the attack had not permitted his Lordship to see the
features of his aggressor. He had, however, no intention of submitting
tamely to such an unpardonable outrage; and when the station-master and
the two policemen, unaware of the proximity of the object of their
pursuit, had rushed through the room and out at the back door, and the
stranger, releasing the Bishop, was preparing to fly also, his Lordship,
forgetful of the professions of peace which his calling assumed, smote
the intruder lustily in the ribs. He received in return a smashing blow
in the eye which made him see a multitude of stars, and before he could
recover himself the stranger had seized the coffee and the loaf and
dashed through to the front of the station.

The Bishop staggered to his feet, groping blindly about, while he heard
the voice of the journalist, who was leaning over the banisters in night
attire, calling vociferously to his companions that the man was escaping
by the front.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked of the Bishop.

"Yes," replied his Lordship, still blinded by the force of the blow.
"But he got as good as he gave. I didn't have four years of athletics at
the 'varsity for nothing."

"Oh, they're sure to catch him," said the journalist

"I hope so," cried the Bishop, "for he richly deserves it."

It is probable, however, that his Lordship would have modified his
desire for vengeance had he known that his aggressor was his own son.