Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1910-08-25

on high Ahead was mass OF Gu.
riagcs. filed with the white faced. pull
sled prey from the court Of CraustarK.
From somewhere near the spot wher'
Olga Platanova fell camo harsh, pen
Grating commands:
"Cut them off! Cut them OF IRON
the castlc!''
II was his cue. He dashed into the
street and ran toward the carriages
shouting with all his strength:
Turn back! 1t is Marlanx! 10 the
CASTER
Then Il vas that he saw the prince.
The boy was standing on seat on the
rovol coach Of state, holding out his
ca cor little hands to some one In the
thick of the crowd that surged about
him. He was calling some ones name,
Int no one could have heard him.
Truxton's straining eyes caught sight
Of the figure in gray that struggled
forward in response to the cries and
the extended hand.
aunt Lorraine! Aunt Lorraine" He
now heard the name the boy cried
with oil his little heart.
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 horse
man rode him down. He looked up as
the plunging animals hoofs clattered
about his head. vos Engo. with
drawn sword. was crowding up to the
carriage door, shouting words OF re-
ioicing at sight of the girl he loved.
He caught n glimpse of her. holding
the prince in her arms. her white,
agonized face turned toward the mob.
Distinctly he heard her cry:
"Save him. Save Truxton King"
! From the sidewalks swarmed well
armed hordes of dcsperadoes. firing
wildly into the ranks Of devoted
guardsmen. Truxton fed from the
danger zone as fast as his strained
ankle would permit him. Bullets were
striking all about him.
Some one was shouting his name be-
hind in the scurrylng crowd. He turn
cd for a single glance backward. Little
Mr. Hobbs, pale as a ghost, his cap
gone, his clothing torn, was painting at
his elbow.
Soldiers came riding up from be-
hind. turning to fire from their sad
dies into the throng Of cutthroats. led
by the grim old man with the bloody
saber. In the center Of the troop there
was flying carriage. The Duke Of
Perse was lying back in the scat. his
face like that Of a dead man.
"The prince is safev' shouted King
joyously. They'll make 1t. Thank
God!'
Colonel Quinnox turned in his sad
die and searched out the owner of
that stirring voice.
Come" he called.
Even as King rushed out into the
roadway horseman galloped up from
the direction Of the castle. He pulled
his horse to his launches almost as
he was riding over the lodging Amer.
lean.
"Herew shouted the newcomer,
scowling down upon the young man.
Swing up here! Quick. you fool!'
1t was Vos Engo. his face black with
fury. Quinnox had seized the hand
Of Mr. Hobbs on seeing help for King
and was pulling him up before him
There wns nothing for Truxton to dc
but to accept the timely help Of his
rival. An instant later he was up
behind him and they were of after
the last Of the dragons.
: IF you don't mind. count III try
my luck" grated the American. Hold
, ing Oh with one arm. he turned and
! fred repeatedly in the direction of the
bowling crowd Of rascals.
"Ride to the barracks gates, Vos
Engo!" commanded Colonel Quinnox
t BE prepared to admit none but the
royal reserves. who are under stand
B ing orders to report there In time OF
r need
Over his shoulder Vos Engo hisse(
to his companion: 1T was not idl'
heroics, my friend, nor philanthropy
on my part was commanded t
come and fetch you. She would neve
, have spoken to me again II had re
fused"
. "She! All. yes, see! She did no
. forget me- cried Truxton.
= Understand. 1t Is not for you tina
;. risk my life"
= Il understand" murmured Truxton
: wry smile on his pale lips. "Yol
mean, she is going to pay you In som'
~ way for picking me up. Ell? Well. II
. put an end to that. III drop off again
q Then you can ride on and tell her
r wouldn't be party to the game. d.
o you catch my meaning?"
:. You would. eh!" said the count an
gr:ly. I'D like to see you drop OF
Il. while we're going at this
= 1--WE got my pistol IN the middle o
your back" grated Truxton: SLOW VI
bit or I'll scatter your vertebrate al
over your system. Pull up!"
LAS you like" cried vos Engo. 'Iv
done my part. Colonel Quinnox vii
bear wtless." lie began pulling hi
horse down. Now you are quite fire.
to drop Of"
Less than hundred yards benin
loped riderless horse The dragoo
who had sgt the
saddle was lying CMl
far back In the NsM
avenue, a bullet In Nm
his head. Hob &W1a y
bling TO the mid I'm
die of the road. NIKE
the rican C$s&/ M