“One of the Palace Guard,” said he. “I recognize his face and bearing, even though he is not in uniform.”
To his men, he added:
“Take him below.” As the prisoner was being led away, the prince turned to Mr. Hampton and Don Ernesto.
“You see the crisis has come,” said he simply. “This is the first time they have tried assassination.”
Then he went to Bob’s side, a winning smile on his face.
“I have you to thank for saving my life,” he said. “I hope you are not hurt.”
“Not at all, thanks,” said Bob, uncomfortably. “As to saving your life, sir—well, I guess he wouldn’t have gotten much chance at you, with all your soldiers around.”
“How tell?” said the prince. “I have soldiers below, too. Yet this assassin gained the battlements.”
Then, temporarily dismissing the matter with a shrug of the shoulders, he said:
“But, come, let us complete our preparations of the—what do you call it? Ah, yes. The radio.”