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ut strangely； once； twice； thrice。 〃 How can I get to Nikopolis？ 〃 he said。
The minister smiled。 〃 It would take you the better part of four days if you could get there； but as a matter of fact you can't get there at the present time。 A Greek army and a Turkish army are looking at each other from the sides of the river at Arta…the river is there the frontier…and Nikopolis happens to be on the wrong side。 You can't reach them。 The forces at Arta will fight within three days。 I know it。 Of course I've notified our legation at Constantinople； but； with Turkish methods of communication； Nikopolis is about as far from Constantinople as New York is from Pekin。〃
Coleman arose。 〃They've run themselves into a nice mess；〃 he said crossly。 〃 Well； I'm a thousand times obliged to you； I'm sure。〃
The minister opened his eyes a trifle。 You are not going to try to reach them； are you ？ 〃
〃 Yes；〃 answered Coleman； abstractedly。 〃 I'm going to have a try at it。 Friends of mine； you know…〃
At the bureau of the hotel； the correspondent found several cables awaiting him from the alert office of the New York Eclipse。 One of them read： 〃State Department gives out bad plight of Wainwright party lost somewhere； find them。 Eclipse。〃 When Coleman perused the message he began to smile with seraphic bliss。 Could fate have ever been less perverse。
Whereupon he whirled himself in Athens。 And it was to the considerable astonishment of some Athenians。 He discovered and instantly subsidised a young Englishman who； during his absence at the front； would act as correspondent for the Eclipse at the capital。 He took unto himself a dragoman and then bought three horses and hired a groom at a speed that caused a little crowd at the horse dealer's place to come out upon the pavement and watch this surprising young man ride back toward his hotel。 He had already driven his dragoman into a curious state of Oriental bewilderment and panic in which he could only lumber hastily and helplessly here and there； with his face in the meantime marked with agony。 Coleman's own field equipment had been ordered by cable from New York to London； but it was necessary to buy much tinned meats； chocolate； coffee； candles； patent food； brandy； tobaccos； medicine and other things。
He went to bed that night feeling more placid。 The train back to Patras was to start in the early morning； and he felt the satisfaction of a man who is at last about to start on his own great quest。 Before he dropped off to slumber； he heard crowds cheering exultantly in the streets； and the cheering moved him as it had done in the morning。 He felt that the celebration of the people was really an accompaniment to his primal reason； a reason of love and ambition to conquer in love…even as in the theatre； the music accompanies the heroin his progress。 He arose once during the night to study a map of the Balkan peninsula and get nailed into his mind the exact position of Nikopolis。 It was important。
CHAPTER IX。
COLEMAN'S dragoman aroused him in the blue before dawn。 The correspondent arrayed himself in one of his new khaki suits… riding breeches and a tunic well marked with buttoned pockets… and accompanied by some of his beautiful brown luggage； they departed for the station。
The ride to Patras is a terror under ordinary circumstances。 It begins in the early morning and ends in the twilight。 To Coleman； having just come from Patras to Athens； this journey from Athens to Patras had all the exasperating elements of a forced recantation。 Moreover； he had not come prepared to view with awe the ancient city of Corinth nor to view with admiration the limpid beauties of the gulf of that name with its olive grove shore。 He was not stirred by Parnassus； a far…away snow…field high on the black shoulders of the mountains across the gulf。 No； he wished to go to Nikopolis。 He passed over the graves of an ancient race the gleam of whose mighty minds shot； hardly dimmed； through the clouding ages。 No； he wished to go to Nikopolis。 The train went at a snail's pace； and if Coleman bad an interest it was in the people who lined the route and cheered the soldiers on the train。 In Coleman s compartment there was a greasy person who spoke a little English。 He explained that he was a poet； a poet who now wrote of nothing but war。 When a man is in pursuit of his love and success is known to be at least remote； it often relieves his strain if he is deeply bored from time to time。
The train was really obliged to arrive finally at Patras even if it was a tortoise； and when this happened； a hotel runner appeared； who lied for the benefit of the hotel in saying that there was no boat over to Mesalonghi that night。 When； all too late； Coleman discovered the truth of the matter his wretched dragoman came in for a period of infamy and suffering。 However； while strolling in the plaza at Patras； amid newsboys from every side； by rumour and truth； Coleman learned things to his advantage。 A Greek fleet was bombarding Prevasa。 Prevasa was near Nikopolis。 The opposing armies at Arta were engaged； principally in an artillery duel。 Arta was on the road from Nikopolis into Greece。 Hearing this news in the sunlit square made him betray no weakness； but in the darkness of his room at the hotel； he seemed to behold Marjory encircled by insurmountable walls of flame。 He could look out of his window into the black night of the north and feel every ounce of a hideous circumstance。 It appalled him； here was no power of calling up a score of reporters and sending them scampering to accomplish everything。 He even might as well have been without a tongue as far as it could serve him in goodly speech。 He was alone； confronting the black ominous Turkish north behind which were the deadly flames； behind the flames was Marjory。 It worked upon him until he felt obliged to call in his dragoman； and then； seated upon the edge of his bed and waving his pipe eloquently； he described the plight of some very dear friends who were cut off at Nikopolis in Epirus。 Some of his talk was almost wistful in its wish for sympathy from his servant； but at the end he bade the dragoman understand that be； Coleman； was going to their rescue； and he defiantly asked the hireling if he was prepared to go with him。 But he did not know the Greek nature。 In two minutes the dragoman was weeping tears of enthusiasm； and； for these tears； Coleman was over…grateful； because he had not been told that any of the more crude forms of sentiment arouse the common Greek to the highest pitch； but sometimes； when it comes to what the Americans call a 〃show down；〃 when he gets backed toward his last corner with a solitary privilege of dying for these sentiments； perhaps he does not always exhibit those talents which are supposed to be possessed by the bulldog。 He often then； goes into the cafes and take's it out in oration； like any common Parisian。
In the morning A steamer carried them across the strait and landed them near Mesalonghi at the foot of the railroad that leads to Agrinion。 At Agrinion Coleman at last began to feel that he was nearing his goal。 There were plenty of soldiers in the town； who received with delight and applause this gentleman in the distinguished…looking khaki clothes with his revolver and his field glasses and his canteen and； his dragoman。 The dragoman lied； of course； and vocifcrated that the gentleman in the distinguished…looking khaki clothes was an English soldier of reputation； who had； naturally； come to help the cross in its fight against； the crescent。 He also said that his master had three superb horses coming from Athens in charge of a groom； and was undoubtedly going to join the cavalry。 Whereupon the soldiers wished to embrace and kiss the gentleman in the distinguished…looking khaki clothes。
There was more or less of a scuffle。 Coleman would have taken to kicking and punching； but he found that by a… series of elusive movements he could dodge the demonstrations of affection without losing his popularity。 Escorted by the soldiers； citizens； children and dogs； he went to the diligence which was to take him and others the next stage of the journey。 As the diligence proceeded； Coleman's mind suffered another l
