followed sadly. Ledwith looked wild for a while. The tears pressed
against Arthur's eyes. What honor gilded these dead heroes!

The procession moved along the road splendidly, the soldiers in front
and the cart in the rear, while a detail still farther off carried the
wounded and dead. Captain Sydenham devoted himself to Honora, which gave
Grahame the chance to talk matters over with Ledwith on the other side
of the car.

"Did you ever dream in all your rainbow dreams," said Grahame, "of
marching thus into Cruarig with escort of Her Majesty? It's damfunny.
But the question now is, what are we to do with the magistrate? Any sort
of an inquiry will prove that we are more than suspicious characters. If
they run across the ship we shall go to jail. If they discover you and
me, death or Botany Bay will be our destination."

"It is simply a case of luck," Ledwith replied. "Scheming won't save us.
If Lord Constantine were in London now----"

"Great God!" cried Grahame in a whisper, "there's the luck. Say no more.
I'll work that fine name as it was never worked before."

He called out to Captain Sydenham to come around to his side of the car
for a moment.

"I am afraid," he said, "that we have fallen upon evil conditions, and
that, before we get through with the magistrates, delays will be many
and vexatious. I feel that we shall need some of our English friends of
last winter in New York. Do you know Lord Constantine?"

"Are you friends of Lord Leverett?" cried the Captain. "Well, then, that
settles it. A telegram from him will smooth the magistrate to the
silkiness of oil. But I do not apprehend any annoyance. I shall be happy
to explain the circumstances, and you can get away to Dublin, or any
port where you hope to meet your ship."

The Captain went back to Honora, and talked Lord Constantine until they
arrived in the town and proceeded to the home of the magistrate.
Unfortunately there was little cordiality between Captain Sydenham and
Folsom, the civil ruler of the district; and because the gallant Captain
made little of the episode therefore Folsom must make much of it.

"I can easily believe in the circumstances which threw tourists into so
unpleasant a situation," said Folsom, "but at the same time I am
compelled to observe all the formalities. Of course the young lady is
free. Messrs. Dillon and Grahame may settle themselves comfortably in
the town, on their word not to depart without permission. Mr. Ledwith