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both, and both were wounded. He had them carried to the royal apartments in the north tower. When Barney regained consciousness he found the scowling portrait of the Blentz princess frowning down upon him. He lay upon a great bed where the soldiers, thinking him king, had placed him. Opposite him, against the farther wall, the real king lay upon a cot. Butzow was working over him.
"Not so bad, after all, Barney," the lieutenant was saying. "Only a flesh wound in the calf of the leg."
The king made no reply. He was afraid to declare his identity. First he must learn the intentions of the impostor. He only closed his eyes wearily. Presently he asked a ques- tion.
"Is he badly wounded?" and he indicated the figure upon the great bed.
Butzow turned and crossed to where the American lay. He saw that the latter's eyes were open and that he was conscious.
"How does your majesty feel?" he asked. There was more respect in his tone than ever before. One of the Blentz sol- diers had told him how the "king," after being wounded by Maenck, had raised himself upon his elbow and saved the prisoner's life by shooting three of his assailants.
"I thought I was done for," answered Barney Custer, "but I rather guess the bullet struck only a glancing blow. It couldn't have entered my lungs, for I neither cough nor spit blood. To tell you the truth, I feel surprisingly fit. How's the prisoner?"
"Only a flesh wound in the calf of his left leg, sire," re- plied Butzow.
"I am glad," was Barney's only comment. He didn't want to be king of Lutha; but he had foreseen that with the death of the king his imposture might be forced upon him for life.
After Butzow and one of the troopers had washed and dressed the wounds of both men Barney asked them to leave the room.
"I wish to sleep," he said. "If I require you I will ring."
Saluting, the two backed from the apartment. Just as they were passing through the doorway the American called out to Butzow.
"You have Peter of Blentz and Maenck in custody?" he asked.
"I regret having to report to your majesty," replied the officer, "that both must have escaped. A thorough search of the entire castle has failed to reveal them."
Barney scowled. He had hoped to place these two con- spirators once and for all where they would never again threaten the peace of the throne of Lutha--in hell. For a moment he lay in thought. Then he addressed the officer again.
"Leave your force here," he said, "to guard us. Ride, your- self, to Lustadt and inform Prince von der Tann that it is the king's desire that every effort be made to capture these two men. Have them brought to Lustadt immediately they are apprehended. Bring them dead or alive."
Again Butzow saluted and prepared to leave the room.
"Wait," said Barney. "Convey our greetings to the Prin- cess von der Tann, and inform her that my wound is of small importance, as is also that of the--Mr. Custer. You may go, lieutenant."
When they were alone Barney turned toward the king. The other lay upon his side glaring at the American. When he caught the latter's eyes upon him he spoke.
"What do you intend doing with me?" he said. "Are you going to keep your word and return my identity?"
"I have promised," replied Barney, "and what I promise I always perform."
"Then exchange clothing with me at once," cried the king, half rising from his cot.
"Not so fast, my friend," rejoined the American. "There are a few trifling details to be arranged before we resume our proper personalities."
"Do you realize that you should be hanged for what you have done?" snarled the king. "You assaulted me, stole my clothing, left me here to be shot by Peter, and sat upon my throne in Lustadt while I lay a prisoner condemned to death."
"And do you realize," replied Barney, "that by so doing I saved your foolish little throne for you; that I drove the invaders from your dominions; that I have unmasked your enemies, and that I have once again proven to you that the Prince von der Tann is your best friend and
"Not so bad, after all, Barney," the lieutenant was saying. "Only a flesh wound in the calf of the leg."
The king made no reply. He was afraid to declare his identity. First he must learn the intentions of the impostor. He only closed his eyes wearily. Presently he asked a ques- tion.
"Is he badly wounded?" and he indicated the figure upon the great bed.
Butzow turned and crossed to where the American lay. He saw that the latter's eyes were open and that he was conscious.
"How does your majesty feel?" he asked. There was more respect in his tone than ever before. One of the Blentz sol- diers had told him how the "king," after being wounded by Maenck, had raised himself upon his elbow and saved the prisoner's life by shooting three of his assailants.
"I thought I was done for," answered Barney Custer, "but I rather guess the bullet struck only a glancing blow. It couldn't have entered my lungs, for I neither cough nor spit blood. To tell you the truth, I feel surprisingly fit. How's the prisoner?"
"Only a flesh wound in the calf of his left leg, sire," re- plied Butzow.
"I am glad," was Barney's only comment. He didn't want to be king of Lutha; but he had foreseen that with the death of the king his imposture might be forced upon him for life.
After Butzow and one of the troopers had washed and dressed the wounds of both men Barney asked them to leave the room.
"I wish to sleep," he said. "If I require you I will ring."
Saluting, the two backed from the apartment. Just as they were passing through the doorway the American called out to Butzow.
"You have Peter of Blentz and Maenck in custody?" he asked.
"I regret having to report to your majesty," replied the officer, "that both must have escaped. A thorough search of the entire castle has failed to reveal them."
Barney scowled. He had hoped to place these two con- spirators once and for all where they would never again threaten the peace of the throne of Lutha--in hell. For a moment he lay in thought. Then he addressed the officer again.
"Leave your force here," he said, "to guard us. Ride, your- self, to Lustadt and inform Prince von der Tann that it is the king's desire that every effort be made to capture these two men. Have them brought to Lustadt immediately they are apprehended. Bring them dead or alive."
Again Butzow saluted and prepared to leave the room.
"Wait," said Barney. "Convey our greetings to the Prin- cess von der Tann, and inform her that my wound is of small importance, as is also that of the--Mr. Custer. You may go, lieutenant."
When they were alone Barney turned toward the king. The other lay upon his side glaring at the American. When he caught the latter's eyes upon him he spoke.
"What do you intend doing with me?" he said. "Are you going to keep your word and return my identity?"
"I have promised," replied Barney, "and what I promise I always perform."
"Then exchange clothing with me at once," cried the king, half rising from his cot.
"Not so fast, my friend," rejoined the American. "There are a few trifling details to be arranged before we resume our proper personalities."
"Do you realize that you should be hanged for what you have done?" snarled the king. "You assaulted me, stole my clothing, left me here to be shot by Peter, and sat upon my throne in Lustadt while I lay a prisoner condemned to death."
"And do you realize," replied Barney, "that by so doing I saved your foolish little throne for you; that I drove the invaders from your dominions; that I have unmasked your enemies, and that I have once again proven to you that the Prince von der Tann is your best friend and