Evening star., 1928-06-10

his pocket, said good-by TO Philippe and
clattered out OF the gate.
Once away from the palace he fairly
galloped Major through the streets. 1t
was already late afternoon, and his plan
must be carried out at once.
AS Don rode back TO the consulate
he tried not to think Of the danger he
was about to undergo. but he realized
that the slightest slip in his plans
meant that nothing, not even King
Philippe's friendship, could save him.
Yet he managed to be perfectly casual
when he met his father q short time
later and informed him that he was
going fishing for a while before it got
too dark
Mr.. Chamberlain was surprised, but
he had become used 10 Don doing about
what he liked, and he made no protest.
Moreover, Don frequently fished in the
river that flowed through the town and
past the walls Of the prison.
Leaving the consulate, he made for
the river. Oveg his shoulder was hung
creel, and that creel bore a strange
burden. A loaded and vicious-looking
pistol was there and a note fastened
In bit Of waterDroofed cloth and Sc
curely tied to small lead weight. In
one hand he carried a fine steel fly
casting rod, the veteran Of many
DAYS sport In the trout streams at
home.
At a little stone bridge near the edge
OF the city was the place Of a man
who rented boats to fishermen. To this
place Don made his way, and soon he
was out on the stream, pulling swiftly
and steadily out toward where the pris-
on's walls rose ominously. He had
spent many hours fishing within sight
OF them, and when Lieut.. Won Loon
mentioned that Capt. Koenig was prob
ably in the dungeon on the river side,
q plan had at once come to him. But
that plan must still be carried out.
Within the walls of the prison a
handsome man in the uniform of the
Royal Guards stood gazing out grimly
at the river. His sword had been
stripped from him. In the morning he
was to be tried for his life, and he
knew that he had not a chance. Escape
seemed impossible. He had thought Of
overpowering the guard when his food
was brought, but once out into the cor
r1dor he would be shot down like a rat
because ne had nothing with which TO
defend himself
Leaning on the edge Of the one heay-
iIy barred window, he thought Of the
Princess Sonia. He thought of King
Philippe, and he wondered bitterly what
would become of the young king and
his beautiful sister after tomorrow.
Idly he noticed fisherman on the
river outside. Then, as the fisherman
with a graceful motion of his arm
hipped rcd through the air and sent
a line whizzing over the water. some
thing familiar about the figure caught
his eye
Don Chamberlain, the American boyl
What was he doing out there? Could
he? But that was impossible. Yet
ne was coming closer. stopping every
few minutes TO cast his line and reel II
IN, then throwing farther along the
stream.
The dungeon was low-in fact. partlv
below the water level, and the one vim
dow. so small that a man could not
possibly escape through it, was only a
Iew teet above the surface. With his
race pressed TO the bars. Capt. Koeni9
saw the American boy send cast into
the deep water near the wall OF the
prison. he reeled IL in after a moment
another cast came-closer.
And then Capt Koenig had 10 iers
ms head away as the line came rippinr
toward the window. A weight on thS
eng -of II shot between the bars and
felI upon the stone floor.
(To be Continued Next Sunday)