“Then your father was not one of the prisoners?” said Frank eagerly.
“Not with them? Didn’t you see him there?”
“No; I only saw that two other gentlemen were in the carriage with my father. I only had eyes for him.”
“That’s natural enough,” said Drew; “I hardly saw your father till we got them all out of the carriages, chained hand and foot. Oh, what miserable, cowardly tyranny! Gentlemen, prisoners of war, treated like thieves and murderers! Poor fellows! they could do nothing to help themselves.”
“But you rescued one,” said Frank. “Is he safe?”
“Safe as safe,” cried Drew joyously.
“Ah!” said Frank with a sigh, “you are very loyal to your Prince.”
“I don’t know so much about that, old lad. He does not turn out well.”
“Not grateful to you all for saving him, while the others were recaptured and cast in gaol!” Drew sat up suddenly.
“I say, what are you talking about?” he cried. “About your rescuing and carrying off the Prince to safety.”