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But Truxton was not listening to the eager prattle. He remembered afterward that Bobby's hands and face were hot with fever. Just now he was staring at the narrow staircase. Vos Engo and Loraine were descending slowly. The former was white and evidently very weak. He leaned on the girl for support. Count Halfont offered the explanation. "Vos Engo was shot last week, through the shoulder.
Line officers may take charge of this expedition to the hills; they will be amply able to manage the chase. I am sorry that it happens so. The Royal Guard, to a man, must ride with the Prince to-morrow." Captain Haas, of the dragoons, was put in charge of the relief party, much to the disgust of Vos Engo; and at two o'clock in the afternoon they were ready to ride away.
Colonel Quinnox stood before them, keeping the babbling, leering beldame from thrusting her face close to that of the terrified boy. Young Vos Engo glowered at Truxton King from the opposite side of the room. Mr. Hobbs had safely ensconced himself in the rear of the six guardsmen, who stood near the door, ready to dash forth if by any chance the terrified horses should succeed in breaking away.
He seized the wounded man in his strong arms, threw him over his shoulder and staggered toward the steps. "Release me, damn you!" shrieked Vos Engo, striking his rescuer in the face with his fist. "I'm saving you for another day," said King as he dropped behind the balustrade, with his burden safe. A wild cheer went up from the lips of the defenders, scornful howls from the enemy.
Count Vos Engo guards the Prince and the ladies of the household. Alas! it was hunger that we feared the most. To-day we should have resorted to horse's flesh. There was no other way. We knew that relief would come some day. John Tullis was there. We had faith in him and in you. And now it is to-day! This shall be our day, thank God! Nothing can stand before us!"
"You are quite sure you promised Vos Engo that you'd marry him?" "No. I did not promise him that I'd marry him," she said, leaning back and surveying him between narrowed lids. "I beg your pardon. You said you had promised " "You did not allow me time to finish. I meant to say that I had promised to let him know in a day or two. That is all, Mr. King."
She's been crying, Uncle Caspar. Say, has she just got to marry Count Vos Engo?" "My boy, what put that question into your mind?" "She says she has to. I thought only princes and princesses had to marry people they don't want to." "You should not believe all that you hear." Bobby was silent for twenty steps. Then he said: "Well, I think she'll make an awful mistake if she lets Mr. King get away."
King's entrance was the signal for an immediate transfer of interest. The General bowed most politely and at once turned to Count Halfont with the remark that he had quite finished his suggestions. The Prime Minister came forward to greet the momentarily shy American. King had time to note that the only man who denied him a smile of welcome was Count Vos Engo.
And even beyond that, she was not likely to be attracted by such a rude, ungainly, sunburned lout as he, with such chaps about as Vos Engo, or that what's-his-name fellow, or a dozen others whom he had seen. Confound it all, she was meant for a prince, or an archduke. What chance had he? But she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen. Yes; she was the golden girl of his dreams.
He was in close, earnest conversation with John Tullis and Count Halfont, both of whom seemed to be labouring under intense excitement. Over by the arsenal the little Prince, attended by his Aunt Loraine and Count Vos Engo with two mechanical guardsmen in the background was deep in conversation with Julius Spantz, the master-of-arms.
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