great fright, thinking that something untoward had happened at the mine.

"What's wrong?" he asked of Japhet. "Have the Fung cut the wires?"

"Nay, O Orme, a worse thing; I have discovered that the Prince Joshua
has laid a plot to steal away 'Her-whose-name-is-high.'"

"What do you mean? Set out all the story, Japhet," said Oliver.

"It is short, lord. I have some friends, one of whom--he is of my own
blood, but ask me not his name--is in the service of the Prince. We
drank a cup of wine together, which I needed, and I suppose it loosed
his tongue. At any rate, he told me, and I believed him. This is the
story. For his own sake and that of the people the Prince desires that
you should destroy the idol of Fung, and therefore he has kept his
hands off you of late. Yet should you succeed, he does not know what may
happen. He fears lest the Abati in their gratitude should set you up as
great men."

"Then he is an ass!" interrupted Quick; "for the Abati have no
gratitude."

"He fears," went on Japhet, "other things also. For instance, that the
Child of Kings may express that gratitude by a mark of her signal favour
toward one of you," and he stared at Orme, who turned his head aside.
"Now, the Prince is affianced to this great lady, whom he desires to wed
for two reasons: First, because this marriage will make him the chief
man amongst the Abati, and, secondly, because of late he has come to
think that he loves her whom he is afraid that he may lose. So he has
set a snare."

"What snare?" asked one of us, for Japhet paused.

"I don't know," answered Japhet, "and I do not think that my friend knew
either, or, if he did, he would not tell me. But I understand the plot
is that the Child of Kings is to be carried off to the Prince Joshua's
castle at the other end of the lake, six hours' ride away, and there be
forced to marry him at once."

"Indeed," said Orme, "and when is all this to happen?"

"I don't know, lord. I know nothing except what my friend told me, which
I thought it right to communicate to you instantly. I asked him the
time, however, and he said that he believed the date was fixed for one
night after next Sabbath."

"Next Sabbath is five days hence, so that this matter does not seem to
be very pressing," remarked Oliver with a sigh of relief. "Are you sure
that you can trust your friend, Japhet?"

"No, lord, I am not sure, especially as I have always known him to be a
liar. Still, I thought that I