'Tis the King we must protect and succor! As for that Scotch springald, before midnight I shall have him kidnaped, brought back to his master in a close carriage, and you--YOU shall take his place at Kohlslau." "I will," I said enthusiastically, drawing my sword; "but I have done nothing yet.

Please let me kill something!" "Aye, lad!" said Spitz, with a grim smile at my enthusiasm.

"There's a sheep in your path.

Go out and cleave it to the saddle.

And bring the saddle home!" My sister-in-law might have thought me cruel--but I did it.
CHAP XXIII AND SOME OTHER CHAPS I know not how it was compassed, but that night Rupert of Glasgow was left bound and gagged against the door of the castle, and the night-bell pulled.