"From Tann."

"That is where we are going now?"

"Yes, your majesty."

Barney drew a breath of relief. The way had become suddenly

difficult and he took the girl's arm to help her down a rather steep

place. At the bottom of the ravine there was a little brook.

"There used to be a fallen log across it here," said the girl. "How

in the world am I ever to get across, your majesty?"

"If you call me that again, I shall begin to believe that I am a

king," he humored her, "and then, being a king, I presume that it

wouldn't be proper for me to carry you across, or would it? Never

really having been a king, I do not know."

"I think," replied the girl, "that it would be eminently proper."

She had difficulty in keeping in mind the fact that this handsome,

smiling young man was a dangerous maniac, though it was easy to

believe that he was the king. In fact, he looked much as she had

always pictured Leopold as looking. She had known him as a boy, and

there were many paintings and photographs of his ancestors in her

father's castle. She saw much resemblance between these and the

young man.

The brook was very narrow, and the girl thought that it took the

young man an unreasonably long time to carry her across, though she

was forced to admit that she was far from uncomfortable in the

strong arms that bore her so easily.

"Why, what are you doing?" she cried presently. "You are not

crossing the stream at all. You are walking right up the middle of

it!"

She saw his face flush, and then he turned laughing eyes upon her.

"I am looking for a safe landing," he said.

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