Truxton blushed. He could think of nothing to say, except: "I"m sorry to have been so late. I was detained."
Involuntarily he glanced at Vos Engo. That gentleman started, a curious light leaping into his eyes.
"Mr. King, we have asked you here for the purpose of hearing the full story of your experiences during the past two weeks, if you will be so good as to relate them. We have had them piecemeal. I need not tell you that Graustark is in the deepest peril. If there is a single suggestion that you can make that will help her to-night, I a.s.sure you that it will be given the most grateful consideration. Graustark has come to know and respect the resourcefulness and courage of the American gentleman. We have seen him at his best."
"I have really done no more than to--er--save my own neck," said Truxton simply. "Any one might be excused for doing the same. Graustark owes a great deal more to Miss Tullis than it does to me, believe me, my lords.
She had the courage, I the strength."
"Be a.s.sured of our att.i.tude toward Miss Tullis," said Halfont in reply.
"Graustark loves her. It can do no more than that. It is from Miss Tullis that we have learned the extent of your valorous achievements.
Ah, my dear young friend, she has given you a fair name. She tells us of a miracle and we are convinced."
Truxton stammered his remonstrances, but glowed with joy and pride.
"Here is the situation in a nutsh.e.l.l," went on the Prime Minister. "We are doomed unless succor reaches us from the outside. We have discussed a hundred projects. While we are inactive, Count Marlanx is gaining more power and a greater hold over the people of the city. We have no means of communication with Prince Dantan of Dawsbergen, who is our friend. We seem unable to get warning to John Tullis, who, if given time, might succeed in collecting a sufficient force of loyal countrymen to hara.s.s and eventually overthrow the Dictator. Unless he is reached before long, John Tullis and his combined force of soldiers will be ambushed and destroyed. I am loth to speak of another alternative that has been discussed at length by the ministers and their friends. The Duke of Perse, from a bed of pain and anguish, has counselled us to take steps in the direction I am about to speak of. You see, we are taking you into our confidence, Mr. King.
"We can appeal to Russia in this hour of stress. Moreover, we may expect that help will be forthcoming. But we will have to make an unpleasant sacrifice. Russia is eager to take over our new issue of railway bonds.
Hitherto, we have voted against disposing of the bonds in that country, the reason being obvious. St. Petersburg wants a new connecting line with her possessions in Afghanistan. Our line will provide a most direct route--a cut-off, I believe they call it. Last year the Grand Duke Paulus volunteered to provide the money for the construction of the line from Edelweiss north to Balak on condition that Russia be given the right to use the line in connection with her own roads to the Orient.
You may see the advantage in this to Russia. Mr. King, if I send word to the Grand Duke Paulus, agreeing to his terms, which still remain open to us, signing away a most valuable right in what we had hoped would be our own individual property, we have every reason to believe that he will send armed forces to our relief, on the pretext that Russia is defending properties of her own. That is one way in which we may oust Count Marlanx. The other lies in the ability of John Tullis to give battle to him with our own people carrying the guns. I am confident that Count Marlanx will not bombard the Castle except as a last resort. He will attempt to starve us into submission first; but he will not destroy property if he can help it. I have been as brief as possible. Lieutenant Haddan has told us quite lately of a remark you made which he happened to overhear. If I quote him correctly, you said to the Englishman Hobbs that you could get away with it, meaning, as I take it, that you could succeed in reaching John Tullis. The remark interested me, coming as it did from one so resourceful. May I not implore you to tell us how you would go about it?"
Truxton had turned a brick red. Shame and mortification surged within him. He was cruelly conscious of an undercurrent of irony in the Premier"s courteous request. For an instant he was sorely crushed. A low laugh from the opposite side of the room sent a shaft to his soul. He looked up. Vos Engo was still smiling. In an instant the American"s blood boiled; his manner changed like a flash; blind, unreasoning bravado succeeded embarra.s.sment.
He faced Count Halfont coolly, almost impudently.
"I think I was unfortunate enough to add that your men were going about it--well, like amateurs," he said, with a frank smile. "I meant no offense." Then he arose suddenly, adjusted his necktie with the utmost _sang froid_, and announced:
"I did say I could get to John Tullis. If you like, I"ll start to-night."
His words created a profound impression, they came so abruptly. The men stared at him, then at each other. It was as if he had read their thoughts and had jumped at once to the conclusion that they were baiting him. Every one began talking at once. Soon some one began to shake his hand. Then there were cheers and a dozen handshakings. Truxton grimly realised that he had done just what they had expected him to do. He tried to look unconcerned.
"You will require a guide," said Colonel Quinnox, who had been studying the _degage_ American in the most earnest manner.
"Send for Mr. Hobbs, please," said Truxton.
A messenger was sent post haste to the barracks. The news already was spreading throughout the Castle. The chamber door was wide open and men were coming and going. Eager women were peering through the doorway for a glimpse of the American.
"There should be three of us," said King, addressing the men about him.
"One of us is sure to get away."
"There is not a man here--or in the service--who will not gladly accompany you, Mr. King," cried General Braze quickly.
"Count Vos Engo is the man I would choose, if I may be permitted the honour of naming my companion," said Truxton, grinning inwardly with a malicious joy.
Vos Engo turned a yellowish green. His eyes bulged.
"I--I am in command of the person of his Royal Highness," he stammered, suddenly going very red.
"I had forgotten your present occupation," said Truxton quietly. "Pray pardon the embarra.s.sment I may have caused you. After all, I think Hobbs will do. He knows the country like a book. Besides, his business in the city must be very dull just now. He"ll be glad to have the chance to personally conduct me for a few days. As an American tourist, I must insist, gentlemen, on being personally conducted by a man from Cook"s."
They did not know whether to laugh or to treat it as a serious announcement.
Mr. Hobbs came. That is to say, he was produced. It is doubtful if Mr.
Hobbs ever fully recovered from the malady commonly known as stage fright. He had never been called Mr. Hobbs by a Prime Minister before, nor had he ever been asked in person by a Minister of War if he had a family at home. Moreover, no a.s.semblage of n.o.blemen had ever condescended to unite in three cheers for him. Afterward Truxton King was obliged to tell him that he had unwaveringly volunteered to accompany him on the perilous trip to the hills. Be sure of it, Mr.
Hobbs was not in a mental condition for many hours to even remotely comprehend what had taken place. He only knew that he had been invited, as an English _gentleman_, to partic.i.p.ate in a council of war.
But Mr. Hobbs was not the kind to falter, once he had given his word; however hazy he may have been at the moment, he knew that he had volunteered to do something. Nor did it seem to surprise him when he finally found out what it was.
"We"ll be off at midnight, Hobbs," said Truxton, feeling in his pocket for the missing watch.
"As you say, Mr. King, just as you say," said Hobbs with fine indifference.
As Truxton was leaving the Castle ten minutes later, Hobbs having gone before to see to the packing of food-bags and the filling of flasks, a brisk, eager-faced young attendant hurried up to him.
"I bear a message from his Royal Highness," said the attendant, detaining him.
"He should be sound asleep at this time," said Truxton, surprised.
"His Royal Highness insists on staying awake as long as possible, sir.
It is far past his bedtime, but these are troublesome times, he says.
Every man should do his part. Prince Robin has asked for you, sir."
"How"s that?"
"He desires you to appear before him at once, sir."
"In--in the audience chamber?"
"In his bedchamber, sir. He is very sleepy, but says that you are to come to him before starting away on your mission of danger."
"Plucky little beggar!" cried Truxton, his heart swelling with love for the royal youngster.
"Sir!" exclaimed the attendant, his eyes wide with amazement and reproof.
"I"ll see him," said the other promptly, as if he were granting the audience.
He followed the perplexed attendant up the grand staircase, across thickly carpeted halls in which posed statuesque soldiers of the Royal Guard, to the door of the Prince"s bedchamber. Here he was confronted by Count Vos Engo.
"Enter," said Vos Engo, with very poor grace, standing aside. The sentinels grounded their arms and Truxton King pa.s.sed into the royal chamber, alone.
CHAPTER XX
BY THE WATER-GATE
It was a vast, lofty apartment, regal in its subdued lights. An enormous, golden bed with gorgeous hangings stood far down the room. So huge was this royal couch that Truxton at first overlooked the figure sitting bolt upright in the middle of it. The tiny occupant called out in a very sleepy voice: