I dare say two," and he jerked his thumb towards poor Herbert.
"Or even," he added, with his grim smile, "three--for our friend Boris, too, must be out of sight." "You'll bury the king ?" "Not so deep but that we can take him out again, poor fellow.

Well, Fritz, have you a better plan ?" I had no plan, and I was not in love with Sapt's plan.

Yet it offered us four and twenty hours.

For that time, at least, it seemed as if the secret could be kept.

Beyond that we could hardly hope for success; after that we must produce the king; dead or alive, the king must be seen.