"We shall do!" Fritz looked up in bewilderment.

I held out my hand.
"You're wounded, sire!" he exclaimed.
"It's only a scratch," said I, "but--" I paused.
He rose to his feet with a bewildered air.

Holding my hand, he looked me up and down, and down and up.

Then suddenly he dropped my hand and reeled back.
"Where's the King?
Where's the King ?" he cried.
"Hush, you fool!" hissed Sapt.

"Not so loud! Here's the King!" A knock sounded on the door.