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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Puppet Crown"

There are twenty fresh men and horses in the
stables. Come, be reasonable. It will be pleasanter on both
sides."
"So far as I'm concerned," said Maurice, who needed liberty not
half so much as sleep, "I pass my word."
"And you, sir?" to Fitzgerald.
Fitzgerald gazed about him. "Very well," he said, as he saw the
futility of a struggle.
"Your humble servant, Messieurs," touching his cap. "Take the
ropes off their ankles, men."
When Maurice was lifted from his horse and placed on the ground,
his legs suddenly bent under him, and he went sprawling to the
grass. A trooper sprang to his assistance.
"My legs have gone to sleep!"
The Englishman was affected likewise, and it was some moments
before either could walk. They were conducted to a chamber high
up in the left wing, which overlooked the forest and the
mountains. It was a large airy room, but the windows were barred
and there were double locks on the doors. The Colonel followed
them into the room and pointed to the table.
"Breakfast, Messieurs, and a good sleep for you till this noon.
As for the rest, let that take care of itself." And he left them.


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