Eh, laddie--but he would pay ye mair than that daft beggar, Spitz." Rage and disgust overpowered me.

"And THIS is my answer," I said, rushing upon him.
I have said earlier in these pages that I was a "strong" swordsman.

In point of fact, I had carefully studied in the transpontine theatres that form of melodramatic mediaeval sword-play known as "two up and two down." To my disgust, however, this wretched Scotchman did not seem to understand it, but in a twinkling sent my sword flying over my head.
Before I could recover it, he had mounted a horse ready saddled in the wood, and, shouting to me that he would take my "compleements" to the Princess, galloped away.

Even then I would have pursued him afoot, but, hearing shouts behind me, I turned as Spitz and Fritz rode up.
"Has the King escaped to Kohlslau ?" asked Fritz, staring at me.
"No," I said, "but Rupert of Glasgow"-- "-- Rupert of Glasgow," growled Spitz.

"We've settled him! He's gagged and bound and is now on his way to the frontier in a close carriage." "Rupert--on his way to the frontier ?" I gasped.
"Yes.