Ah!" Heavy footsteps clogged into the room, accompanied by stertorous breathing and no small amount of grunting from masculine throats.

Doors were closed, bolts shot, and then many voices let loose their flow of eager exclamations.

Not one, but three or four languages were spoken by the excited, intense occupants of the outer room; King could, make nothing of what they said.

Finally the sharp, incisive voice of William Spantz broke through the babble, commanding silence.
"Still unconscious," he said, when some measure of order was secured.
"Yes," grunted one of the men, evidently a newcomer.

"Since we left the house above the ramparts.