She caught sight of the restricted adventurers--or one of them, to be quite accurate--and, after speeding a swift smile of astonishment, turned quickly to Prince Bobby.
A moment later, the tall stranger with the sun-browned face was the centre of interest to the small group at the door.

He bowed amiably to the smiling young person in grey and received a quick nod in response.
As he was adventuring what he considered to be a proper salute for the Prince, he observed that a few words passed between the lad's aunt and John Tullis, who was now surveying him with some interest.
The Prince broke the ice.
"Hello!" he cried shrilly, his little face aglow.
"Hello!" responded the gentleman, readily.
John Tullis found himself being dragged away from the Witch's door toward the newcomer at the bottom of the glen.

Mr.Hobbs listened with deepening awe to the friendly conversation which resulted in Truxton King going forward to join the party in front of the hut.

He came along in the rear, after having tethered the tired horses, not quite sure that he was awake.

The Prince had called him Mr.Cook, had asked him how his Sons were, all of which was highly gratifying when one pauses to consider that he had got his cap band on upside down in his excitement.
He always was to wonder how the little monarch succeeded in reading the title without standing on his head to do so.
Truxton was duly presented to the ladies and gentlemen of the party by John Tullis, who gracefully announced that he knew King's parents in New York.