But the messenger had his cares as well as the constable.

If the constable's thoughts were on a crown, so were his.
He called out in indignant protest: "I have never drawn rein since Hofbau, sir.

Am I not to have my crown ?" Sapt stopped, turned, and retraced his steps.

He took a crown from his pocket.

As he looked up in giving it, there was a queer smile on his broad, weather-beaten face.
"Ay," he said, "every man that deserves a crown shall have one, if I can give it him." Then he turned again to James, who had now come up, and laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Come along, my king-maker," said he.
James looked in his face for a moment.