der. Twice on the same
side,--but I believe they actually cracked a bone this time."
He lay down on a long bench and Claiborne cut off his coat.
"I'd like to hold a little private execution for this," growled the
officer. "A little lower and it would have caught you in the heart."
"Don't be spiteful! I'm as sound as wheat. We have them down and the
victory is ours. The great fun is to come when the good Baron von Marhof
gets here. If I were dying I believe I could hold on for that."
"You're not going to die, thank God! Just a minute more until I pack this
shoulder with cotton. I can't do anything for that smashed bone, but
Bledsoe is the best surgeon in the army, and he'll fix you up in a
jiffy."
"That will do now. I must have on a coat when our honored guests arrive,
even if we omit one sleeve--yes, I guess we'll have to, though it does
seem a bit affected. Dig out the brandy bottle from the cupboard there in
the corner, and then kindly brush my hair and straighten up the chairs a
bit. You might even toss a stick on the fire. That potato sack you may
care to keep as a souvenir."
"Be quiet, now! Remember, you are my prisoner, Mr. Armitage."
"I am, I am! But I will wager ten courses at Sherry's the Baron will be
glad to let me off."
He laughed softly and began repeating:
"'Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the heir apparent?
Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as
Hercules; but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince.
Instinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the
better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou
for a true prince.'"
Claiborne forced him to lie down on the bench, and threw a blanket over
him, and in a moment saw that he slept. In an inner room the voices of
the prisoners occasionally rose shrilly as they debated their situation
and prospects. Claiborne chewed a cigar and watched and waited. Armitage
wakened suddenly, sat up and called to Claiborne with a laugh:
"I had a perfectly bully dream, old man. I dreamed that I saw the ensign
of Austria-Hungary flying from the flag-staff of this shanty; and by
Jove, I'll take the hint! We owe it to the distinguished Ambassador who
now approaches to fly his colors over the front door. We ought to have a
trumpeter to herald his arrival--but the white and red ensign with the
golden crown--it's in the leather-covered trunk in my roo
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