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"God save us!" cried the Captain, "his boot is full of blood." He turned to Scharfenstein, who was approaching with the basin. "What has happened, Max?" Scharfenstein briefly explained. "And Kopf?" "Got away, curse him!" "And the others?" with a lowering brow. "They all got away," adding an oath under his breath. Max set the basin on the floor. "Bad, very bad. Why didn't you shoot?"
"It is all over, Camille," said the Lieutenant, throwing an arm about her. "Your face is bleeding!" she cried, and sank back with her head against his broad breast. As Maurice gazed at the pair he sighed. There were no obstacles here. Soon Scharfenstein came loping down the hill alone. "I killed his horse," he said, in response to queries, "but he fled into the woods where I could not follow.
"George Ellis; so that is your name?" scornfully. "You told me that it was Scharfenstein. I did not ask you to tell me your name; you took that service upon yourself." She recalled the duke's declaration that he should have her every movement watched. If this American was watching her, the duke was vastly more astute than she had given him the credit for being. "Are you in the pay of the duke?
I will seek the king's physician; the dead are dead, so let us concern ourselves with the living;" and he limped off toward the private apartments. Scharfenstein hurried away to the square. In the royal bedchamber a girl murmured over a cold hand. "God pity me; I am all, all alone!" The archbishop was kneeling at the foot of the bed. In his heart was the bitterness of loss and defeat.
I asked, turning it over and over. "It's the one slender link that connects me with my babyhood. It wag around my neck when Scharfenstein picked me up. Open it and look at the face inside." I did so. A woman's face peered up at me. It might have been beautiful but for the troubled eyes and the drooping lips.
You have been a faithful Captain and a good soldier. I know your value, your name and your antecedents, which till now was more than I knew of your late predecessor. Von Mitter will take upon himself your duties as Captain of the household troop; and you, Scharfenstein, will hereafter take charge of her Royal Highness's carriage, and you may choose whom you will as your comrade."
All was well; barring accidents, he would be in Dresden the next day. "You go through Doppelkinn, then?" said I. "Yes. I have friends in Dresden whom I wish to see before going home." "Well, good luck to you!" Then I announced that Max Scharfenstein, an old college comrade, would join us presently. This was greeted with hurrahs.
We found his horse wandering about the Frohngarten, but no sign of Johann. He's got it, though, square in the back." "I'm sure of it," said Maurice, who leaned over the back of the speaker's chair. The Captain eyed him inquiringly. "Pardon me," said Scharfenstein. "Captain, Monsieur Carewe, an American tourist, formerly of the United States cavalry. And a pretty shot, too, by the book!
"Permit me to doubt that," interposed the girl, smiling. Max laughed aloud, which didn't improve his difficulties any. "I have asked you who you are!" bawled the prince, his nose turning purple. "My name is Max Scharfenstein. I am an American. If you will wire the American consulate at Barscheit, you will learn that I have spoken the truth. All this is a mistake.
I hold that I am Max Scharfenstein, but the colonel here declares that my name is Ellis. Who are you?" Max wasn't the least bit frightened. These were not feudal times. The prince stared at him. The insolent puppy! "I am the prince." "Ah, your serene Highness," began Max, bowing. "I am not called 'serene'" rudely. "The grand duke is 'serene."
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