The game still goes on. The guns of the rovers 
are silenced; but the tintype man, the enlarged photograph
brigand, the kodaking tourist and the scouts of 
the gentle brigade of fakirs have found it out, and 
carry on the work. The hucksters of Germany, 
France, and Sicily now bag its small change across 
their counters. Gentlemen adventurers throng the 
waiting-rooms of its rulers with proposals for railways 
and concessions. The little opera-bouffe nations play 
at government and intrigue until some day a big, silent 
gunboat glides into the offing and warns them not to 
break their toys.
