"Well, here is where I signed," said Yetive, handing him the paper. "I don't have to write my name over again, do I?"
"Not at all," said the baron gallantly. And he boldly signed his name as a witness.
"They wouldn't do that in the United States," murmured Beverly, who knew something about red tape at Washington.
"It is a command to you, baron," said Yetive, handing him the document with a rare smile. He read it through slowly. Then he bit his lip and coughed. "What is the matter, baron?" asked Yetive, still smiling.
"A transitory emotion, your highness, that is all," said he; but his hand trembled as he folded the paper.
CHAPTER X — INSIDE THE CASTLE WALLS
Bright and early the next morning the party was ready for the last of the journey to Edelweiss. Less than twenty miles separated Ganlook from the capital, and the road was in excellent condition. Beverly Calhoun, tired and contented, had slept soundly until aroused by the princess herself. Their rooms adjoined each other, and when Yetive, shortly after daybreak, stole into the American girl's chamber, Beverly was sleeping so sweetly that the intruder would have retreated had it not been for the boisterous shouts of stable-boys in the courtyard below the windows. She hurried to a window and looked out upon the gray-cloaked morning. Postillions and stable-boys were congregated near the gates, tormenting a ragged old man who stood with his back against one of the huge posts. In some curiosity, she called Beverly from her slumbers, urging the sleepy one to hasten to the window.
"Is this one of your friends from the wilderness?" she asked.