When the gallant start was made from the glen of "dead men's bones," he found that he was to be cast utterly aside, quite completely ignored by the fair Loraine.

She rode off with young Count Vos Engo without so much as a friendly wave of the hand to him.

He said it over to himself several times: "not even a friendly wave of her hand." It was as if she had forgotten his existence, or--merciful Powers! What was worse--as if she took this way of showing him his place.

Of course, that being her attitude, he glumly found his place--which turned out rather ironically to be under the eye of a police officer--and made up his mind that he would stay there.
Vos Engo, being an officer in the Royal Guard, rode ahead by order of Colonel Quinnox.

Truxton, therefore, had her back in view--at rather a vexing distance, too--for mile after mile of the ride to the city.