"My lords, I suggest that we adjourn.

The Prince must have his ride and return in time for the review at one o'clock." As the Prince strode soberly from the Room of Wrangles, every eye was upon his sturdy little back and there was a kindly light in each of them, bar none.

The Duke, following close behind with Halfont, said quietly: "I love him, Caspar.

But I have no love for the man he loves so much better than he loves any of us.

Tullis is a meddler--but, for Heaven's sake, my friend, don't let; Bobby know that I have repeated myself." Later on, the Prince in his khaki riding suit loped gaily down the broad mountain road toward Ganlook, beside the black mare which carried John Tullis.