A dozen, however, had hemmed in the Marshal, the
prince and Maurice. But these were standing in their stirrups.
Maurice gradually brought his horse about so that presently he
was facing north. Directly in front of him was an opening. He
grasped his saber firmly and pressed the spurs. Quick as he was,
two sabers barred his way, but he beat them aside, went
diagonally down the hill, over the stone wall and into the road.
While he was maneuvering for this dash, one man had been eying
him with satisfaction. As the black horse suddenly sank from
view behind the hill, Beauvais, to the astonishment of Kronau,
drew his revolver.
"There goes a man," he cried, "who must not escape. He is so
valuable that I shall permit no one but myself to bring him back!"
And the splendid white animal under him bounded up the hill
and down the other side.
Beauvais had a well-defined purpose in following alone. He was
determined that one Maurice Carewe should not bother anyone
hereafter; he knew too much.
The white horse and the black faded away in the blur of rising
dust.
CHAPTER XXVI
A PAGE FROM TASSO
For a long time Maurice rode with his head almost touching the
coal black mane of his gallant Mecklenberg.
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