The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1910-05-12
I RUXTON
{ KING
Copyright. 1909. by George
Barr McCutcheon
N Copyright. 1909. by Dodd.
Mead q Company
CHAPTER XVI-Continued.

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Then it was that he saw the prince.
The boy was standing on n seat on the
royal coach of state, holding u his
eager little hands to some Il in the
thick of the crowd that surged about
him. He was calling some ones name.
but 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 Loraine!" He
now heard the name the boy cried
with all 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. Nos Engo. with
drawn sword, was crowding up to the
carriage door, shouting words Of re
joicing at sight of the girl he loved.
He caught a 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 TruxtCn King!"
From the sidewalks swarmed well
armed hordes of desperadoes, firing
wildly into the ranks of devoted
guardsmen. Truxton fed from the
danger ION as fast as his strained
ankle would permit him. Bullets were
striking all about hir
Some one was shouting his name be-
hind in the scurrying crowd. He turn
ed for a single glance backward. Little
Mr.. Hobbs, pale as a ghost, his cap
gone. his clothing torn, vas painting at
his elbow.
Soldiers anne riding up from be
hind, turning to fire from their sad
dies into the throng Of cu%tthroats, led
by the grim old man with the bloody
saber. In the center of the troop there
vas a flying carriage. The Duke of
Perse was lying back in the seat, his
face like that of a dead man.
The prince is safe!' shouted King
~joyously. They'll make it. 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 Il 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.
Here 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 was nothing for Truxton to do
but to accept the timely help Of his
rival. An instant later he was up
behind him and they were off after
the last of the Dragons.
IF you don't mind, count, I'll try
liz iuIh, SldtCu Ut <ilJtl IlOlu-
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.
'Be prepared to admit none but the
royal reserves, who are under stand
ing orders to report there In time of
need
Over his shoulder Vos Engo Kissed
to his companion: 1T was not idle
heroics, my friend, nor philanthropy
on my part. l was commanded to
come and fetch you. She would never
have spoken to me again If l had re-
fused"
"She! Alb, yes, l see! She did not
forget me-" cried Truxton.
Understand, it is not for you that
/ risk my life"