“Look here, fellow,” he said haughtily. “I am going back to the Palace. You can follow, and ask if you are to arrest me there.” Then turning to the crowd:
“Thank you, all of you; but they will not dare to touch me, and if you wish me well don’t hurt these men.”
“Ur–r–ur!” growled the crowd.
“Look here, you,” cried Frank, turning to the leader of the little riot. “I ask you to see that no harm is done to them.”
“Then they had better run for it, squire,” cried the man. “If they’re here in a minute, I won’t answer for what happens.”
“Then let your lads see me safely back to my quarters,” said the boy, as a happy thought; and starting off, the crowd followed him cheering to the Palace gates, where they were stopped by the sentries; and they cheered him loudly once more as he walked slowly by the soldiery.
“Arrested again!” said Frank softly. “Well, if I can only go and see her first, it does not matter now.”