the Frenchman with a personal dislike as sudden as it was
unfounded.

The Frenchman had turned and was walking in the direction of
the city gate. His eyes were bent on the sandy beach which
stretched before him, and he made his way utterly unmindful of
the waves that stole up to his feet and left little pools of
water in his path. Gordon beckoned impatiently to the two
soldiers who came running toward him at the hotel, and moved
forward to meet them the sooner. He took one of them by the
wrist and pointed with his other hand at the retreating figure
of the Frenchman.

"That man," he said, "is one of the King's enemies. The King
is in danger while that man is here. Your duty is to protect
the King, so he gives this foreigner into your charge."

The soldier nodded his head in assent. "The King himself sent
us," he replied.

"You will place him in the Civil Prison," Gordon continued,
"until the King is safe on his yacht, and you will not allow
him to send for the French Consul-General. If he sees the
Consul-General he will tell him a great many lies about you,
and a great war-ship will come and your Bashaw will be forced
to pay the foreigners much money. I will go with you and tell
this man in his own tongue what you are going to do with him."

They walked hurriedly after the Frenchman, and when they had
overtaken him Gordon halted and bowed.