SHE WHO BUYS--PAYS When Lysbeth's mind recovered from its confusion she found herself still in the sledge and beyond the borders of the crowd that was engaged in rapturously congratulating the winner.

Drawn up alongside of the Wolf was another sleigh of plain make, and harnessed to it a heavy Flemish horse.

This vehicle was driven by a Spanish soldier, with whom sat a second soldier apparently of the rank of sergeant.

There was no one else near; already people in the Netherlands had learnt to keep their distance from Spanish soldiers.
"If your Excellency would come now," the sergeant was saying, "this little matter can be settled without any further trouble." "Where is she ?" asked Montalvo.
"Not more than a mile or so away, near the place called Steene Veld." "Tie her up in the snow to wait till to-morrow morning.

My horse is tired and it may save us trouble," he began, then added, after glancing back at the crowd behind him and next at Lysbeth, "no, I will come." Perhaps the Count did not wish to listen to condolences on his defeat, or perhaps he desired to prolong the _tete-a-tete_ with his fair passenger.