"And I have detained you, with my own wretched affairs!" cried the young count reproachfully. "I must not trespass upon your time another second."
"Why not walk along with me and meet my friend?" Dave suggested.
"With pleasure."
Dave and the young French count stepped along briskly until they came to the spot where Dalzell had left his chum. Two or three minutes later Dan hove into sight.
Dan and the Count of Surigny were introduced, and some chat followed. Then the Count frankly told of the service that Darrin had just rendered him.
"That is Dave!" glowed Dan. "He's always around in time to be of use to some one."
In the distance a shot rang out—only one. The Count of Surigny shuddered.
"You understand, do you not?" he asked.
"I am afraid so," Dave sadly responded.
As they stood there four men with a litter hurried past toward the place whence the sound of the shot had come.