. .
The Prince was a trifle cruel; but perhaps his hand trembled, too.
Innkeeper, you're a good fellow."
"Herr is a man of heart," said the grizzled veteran, sadly.
"Tell Jack how it happened," said Dan; "it hurts me."
On leaving me, Hillars and the innkeeper, after having taken a pair of
pistols, had mounted the cavalry horses despite the protests of the
owners, and had galloped away in pursuit of the Prince and Count von
Walden. They caught sight of them a mile or so ahead. They were
loping along at a fair speed. It took half an hour to bring the two
parties within speaking distance. Although the Prince and von Walden
heard them, they never turned around, but kept on straight ahead. This
made Hillars' choler rise, and he spurred forward.
"One moment, gentlemen," he cried. "I have a word with you."
They galloped on unheeding. When Hillars got in front of them they
merely veered to either side.
"Ah!" said Hillars, choking with rage. With a quick movement he bent
and caught the bridle of the Prince's horse. The Count, seeing that
the Prince was compelled to rein in, did likewise.
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