y, ye'll have to look on thim gin'ral's clothes as
yer own; an' whin ye get free, as I hope ye'll be soon, ye may wear
thim away home wid ye, an' take my blessin' wid ye. Moreover, ye'll
have to keep this room. I'll spind this day in examinin' yer clothes,
an' to-morrow I'll examine the other room. The bonds 'll kape till
then, as I know ye haven't towld Rivers anythin' about what ye done
wid thim."

With these words the chief retired, and locked the door after him.

CHAPTER XVI.

HOW RUSSELL HAS AN INTERVIEW WITH A MERRY MONARCH.

That same evening Russell was astonished at receiving a fairly
written note, which when opened contained the following in English:

"_The King will graciously pleased to receive Lord Russell this
evening at seven o'clock_."

It was written on simple note-paper, and bore no date. The messenger
who brought it handed it in, and departed without saying a word.

On reading this note, Russell was completely bewildered. Who, he
thought, is the King? Who is Lord Russell? A prolonged meditation
over this could throw no particular light upon it, and at length he
was forced to conclude that he himself was taken for Lord John
Russell, that famous English statesman whose name is known over the
civilized world. It was a mistake, yet, as he complacently thought,
not, after all, an unnatural one. By long familiarity with the
British aristocracy (in the capacity of tailor) he had perhaps
unconsciously their lofty sentiments and caught up their aristocratic
tone and bearing. In person he felt that he had rather the advantage
of Lord John. His name had, of course, something to do with the
mistake. All these things had combined to give his captors the
impression that he was a British peer.

But who was "the King?" The Queen of Spain would be the ex-Queen; the
last King of Spain was now the ex-King Amadeus; but "the King"--who
was he? At length it flashed upon Russell that "the King" could mean
no other than the celebrated personage who claimed for himself that
title, and who was known to the world as Don Carloa. This, then, was
the illustrious personage with whom he was shortly to have an
interview.

It must be confessed that, in spite of his long association with the
British aristocracy, the bosom of the valiant Russell heaved with
strange emotions, and his heart quaked with unusual throes, at the
prospect of this interview. As his host claimed to be "King," he
would naturally expect t