“Wait a little,” said the elder man. “I am dizzy. My head reels. It is a singular sensation, for all my life I have been strong as the horse.”
Indeed, he swayed and might have fallen but for the supporting arm of the young man.
“Oh, these Americans!” he muttered. “Even mere boys, scarce escaped from the nursery, seem to have the courage, skill and strength of men. What a wonderful people they must be!”
“Bah! I admire them not, for ever it is that an American and an Englishman will unite against one of any other nation. They speak one language, and there is between them a bond of sympathy stronger than they themselves dream. Has the Astrologer of Minerva not said that some day they will unite and rule the world. I admire them not, I tell you! Come, Tyrus, they will escape with Flavia, and we——”
“We will find them, never fear. They shall soon be placed in confinement and kept there until Flavia is yours. I think I can walk now.”
“Then hasten, hasten!” urged the impatient and baffled lover.
[CHAPTER XXV.—TWO ENGLISHMEN.]
Zenas Gunn strutted like a peacock. He seemed to feel that he it was who had accomplished the feat of baffling the girl’s pursuers. For a time he put aside his fear of further trouble over the affair, jogged along at her side and talked fluently with her in the language she could best understand.
They left the plateau by way of the marble gate and hastened to descend.
“Trust us, my dear child,” said the professor.