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Updated: May 18, 2025
It was then that Quinnox had wit enough to change front and drag his prisoner to the place which, most of all, he had wished to avoid. "The prisoner!" shouted the northern nobles, and in an instant the solemn throne room was wild with excitement. "Do not sign that decree!" cried some one from a far corner. "Here is your man, Prince Bolaroz!" cried a baron. "Quinnox has saved us!" shouted another.
That same afternoon Baldos, blissfully ignorant of the stir he had created in certain circles, rode out for the first time as a member of the Castle Guard. He and Haddan were detailed by Colonel Quinnox to act as private escort to Miss Calhoun until otherwise ordered.
Like a stone wall the men under Quinnox stood their ground; a solid, defiant line that fired with telling accuracy into the struggling horde. On the walls two Gatling guns began to cackle their laugh of death. And still the mercenaries poured through the gap, forming in haphazard lines under the direction of the maddened Iron Count. At last they began to advance across the grassy meadow.
The dash of the three hundred through the gates and down the avenue was the most spectacular experience in Truxton's life. He was up with Quinnox and General Braze, galloping well in front of the yelling troop.
"My dear Quinnox, don't look so sad," cried the Prince. "He may have money enough to buy Graustark but he hasn't enough to buy grandchildren that won't grow, you know. He is counting chickens before they're hatched, which isn't a good business principle, I'd have you to know." "What was it he said to you at Red Roof?" "That was nothing. Pure bluster."
The next day Count Quinnox and King returned from the city, coming up in a private car with Mr. Blithers himself. "I'll have Maud drive me over this afternoon," said Mr. Blithers, as they parted at the station. But Maud did not drive him over that afternoon.
It was a long ride over the circuitous route by which the steep incline was avoided and it was necessary for the party to make an early start. Yetive rode with Harry Anguish and his wife the countess, while Beverly's companion was the gallant Colonel Quinnox. Baldos, relegated to the background, brought up the rear with Haddan.
The riders ahead had come to a standstill and were pointing off into the pass to their right. They were eight or ten miles from the city gates and more than half way up the winding road that ended at the monastery gates. Beverly and Quinnox came up with them and found all eyes centered on a small company of men encamped in the rocky defile a hundred yards from the main road.
"I feared so at first, no, do not be angry I feared you had killed him for my sake. But now I am sure that you are innocent." The carriage stopped too soon and Quinnox opened the door. It was still as dark as pitch, but the downpour had ceased except for a disagreeable, misty drizzle, cold and penetrating. "We have reached the stopping place," he said.
The going was extremely treacherous and unpleasant he was free to confess to the genial sailor-man after the second breathless turn, and gave that worthy a bright silver dollar upon receiving a further bit of advice: to sit down somewhere out of the wind, sir. Quinnox and Dank were hopelessly bed-ridden, so to speak.
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