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Two officers struck at the uncouth, desperate American as he lifted the girl from the ground and deliberately tossed her into the coach. "Turn back!" he shouted. A horseman rode him down. He looked up as the plunging animal's hoofs clattered about his head. Vos Engo, with drawn sword, was crowding up to the carriage door, shouting words of rejoicing at sight of the girl he loved.
"I came near spoiling everything just now," he whispered hoarsely. "What?" "I almost kissed you, Loraine, I swear it was hard to keep from it. That would have spoiled everything." "Yes, it would," she agreed quickly. "I'm not going to kiss you until you have told me you love Vos Engo." "I I don't understand," she cried, drawing back and looking up into his face with bewildered eyes.
Even as King rushed out into the roadway a horseman galloped up from the direction of the Castle. He pulled his horse to his haunches almost as he was riding over the dodging American. "Here!" shouted the newcomer, scowling down upon the young man. "Swing up here! Quick, you fool!" It was Vos Engo, his face black with fury. Quinnox had seized the hand of Mr.
"There is not a man here or in the service who will not gladly accompany you, Mr. King," cried General Braze quickly. "Count Vos Engo is the man I would choose, if I may be permitted the honour of naming my companion," said Truxton, grinning inwardly with a malicious joy. Vos Engo turned a yellowish green. His eyes bulged.
King, and you'll have good luck. Baron Dangloss says it's the luckiest kind of a stone. And when you come back, Mr. King, I'm going to knight you. I'd do it now, only Aunt Loraine says you'd be worrying about your title all the time and might be 'stracted from your mission. I'm going to make a baron of you. That's higher than a count in Graustark. Vos Engo is only a count." Truxton started.
The fairy princess of his dreams seemed farther away from him than ever. "I'll do what I can for the Prince," he said to himself. "He's a perfect little brick. Damn Vos Engo! I'll make him repent that insult. Every one noticed it, too. She tried to smooth it over, but oh, well, what's the use!"
Count Halfont intervened, hastily proposing that a second party be sent out at once with instructions to raze the Witch's hut if necessary. "I shall be happy to lead the expedition," said young Count Vos Engo, bowing deeply to the young lady herself. "You shall, Vos Engo," said Halfont. "Prepare at once. Take ten men. I shall report to General Braze for you."
Vos Engo stared at him for a moment and then turned away, ignoring the friendly hand. A hot flush mounted to Loraine's brow. "This is a brave man, too, Eric," she said very quietly. Vos Engo's response was a short, bitter laugh.
Then she hurried off after the Prince and Vos Engo, who was already giving instructions to an attentive orderly. "Poor Mr. King!" she said to the Prince, as they stood by watching the preparations. "I am afraid, Bobby, he can't come to your circus this week. I sent the invitation this morning, early. He may never receive it. Isn't it dreadful, Count Vos Engo?"
He followed the perplexed attendant up the grand staircase, across thickly carpeted halls in which posed statuesque soldiers of the Royal Guard, to the door of the Prince's bedchamber. Here he was confronted by Count Vos Engo. "Enter," said Vos Engo, with very poor grace, standing aside. The sentinels grounded their arms and Truxton King passed into the royal chamber, alone.
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