"He be jealous."
"Jealous? Of whom?"
"He would wed the Princess and he hath seen in what manner thou lookest at her," explained Richard.
"Poppycock!" cried Blake, but he flushed.
"Nay, he be not the only one who hath marked it," insisted Richard.
"You're crazy," snapped Blake.
"Often men look thus at the princess, for she be beautiful beyond compare, but——"
"Has he killed them all?" demanded the American.
"No, for the princess didst not look back at them in the same manner."
Blake leaned back upon his bench and laughed. "Now I know you're crazy," he cried, "all of you. I'll admit that I think the princess is a mighty sweet kid, but say young fellow, she can't see me a little bit."