The Washington times., 1924-09-26

on the jaw and he fell in a heap.
Yolanda backed away into the
shadow of the shrine and from
that obscure vantage point awaited
developments.
Campo Basso was not long in
getting to his feet: his head was
a little rnuddled, but he had no
difficulty In recognizing his ad.
versary, whom he. had last seen
at the inn and who he assumed
was some upstart arregating airs
to himself, He rushed at him
determined to make him pay
dearly for striking one of noble
blood.
Now, although Max was nimble
and full of resource In combat.
Campo asso was no mean antago-
mist; the young man stepped onto
followed, while Yolanda, seeing
the flash Of daggers. trenabied for
. the outcome.
Her fear was not for long; the
Italian dashed lnadly into 3 ciinch
in which his dagger was wrung
from his hand and he himself was
toprled ignominously into the
moat.
The young man, hurryins back
to assure himself of the safety of
the girl who had been the uncon.
-scious cause of the encounter,
found her waiting for him with
her arms extended and a light in
her eyes he could not mistake.
For the first time Max forgot his
station and all the world and took
Yolanda in his arms and kissed
her.
Then he realized that this was
no time for such a demonstration
and begged her to hurry back to
her house before Campo Basso
emerged from the water.
The noise Of the Italians tan
together with his shouts had
brought several guards to the
rescue and 1t was not long before
the irate noblenlan was searching
for his foe.
When Max returned to the Cat
and Mouse Inn and told me what
had happened ! felt sure that
trouble was in store for us. 1t
was unlikely that Campo Basso
would allow an antagonist such
as he imagined Max to be to
go unscathed after the humiliation
to which he had been subjected
at his hands.
My conjectures were not wrong;
1t seemed no time at all before an
armed guard marched over the
threshold Of the inn and q loud
voice incurred for us. a.
The innkeeper pointed US out
but already the leader Of the
guard seemed to know us: he
walked straight to Max and
laying his hand on the princes
arm said boldly II arrest you inS
the name Of the Duke Of Bur
CANDY"
Protests were useless; they were
nearly a dozen men to our two.
In vain protested that we be
allowed to send word to Castle
man; the captain was memorable
and we were led away to q
dungeon In remote part Of
the Castle of Peronne and locked
up like the variest criminals.
II Max had learned to endure
privation from association with
the bourgeoisie he now learned to
suffer still further. It was all
plain enough to us when we had
time to think the matter OUT.
Campo Basso had taken his re.
venge and what his further steps
might be we could only con-
lecture.
Our jailer was an Italian, and
therefore devoted to the interests
Of our enemy; he refused to af-
ford us any. means to c0rnmuni.
cate with Lord d'Hymbercourt or
to hold any intercourse with any
one. Our sleeping quarters were
filthy and our food OF the scant.
lest.
Were ever two men Of good de.
gree in worse plight? The hours
dragged on and heightened into
days and the days into a week, J.
and still we had no word from
our captor.
Now what was Campo. Basso's
real plan? We did not know, ana
we wearied our puzzled brains
talking over this possibility ard
that. There was no doubt that
he would have had ts uuiatiy
despatched II such had been his
desire, but he was not an italian
for nothing.
as the sequel proved. Naturally II
irked Max to be shut up like a
common felon his anger against
Campo Basso waxed stronger and
stronger, but also he was on the