ourselves in five minutes."

"And the American?" asked Zara. "He knows, he will come with
him. Suppose he believes, suppose he believes that Kalonay
and I have sold you out, but suspects that you know it?"

"The American can go to the devil," said the King. "Confound
him and his insolence. I'll have him in the prison too, if he
interferes. Or Erhaupt can pick a quarrel with him here and
fight it out behind the sand-hills before the others get back
from their picnic. He has done as much for me before."

Zara stood up. She was trembling slightly, and she glanced
fearfully from Erhaupt to the King.

"You will not do that," she said.

"And why not, madame?" demanded Louis.

"Because it will be murder," Zara whispered. "He will murder
him as he did that boy in the Park at Pesth."

"What does the woman mean?" growled the German. "Is she mad?
Send her to her room, Louis."

"You know what I mean," Zara answered, her voice rising, in
her excitement. "You fired before they gave the word. I know
you did. Oh, Louis," she cried, "you never warned me it might
come to this. I am afraid. I am afraid to meet that man----"