The American prince! I! With my ragged clothes and generally dishevelled air! I could have laughed had not our case seemed so utterly hopeless.
The interpreter, who was standing by the curtain, looked inquiringly at me, and asked rather anxiously, I thought:
"Well, what have you got?"
I shook my head sadly and despondently.
"Nothing!" said I.
"Good Heavens! Nothing, after all this fuss? I'm afraid you'll be worse off than before. Can't you make love to the she-devil, or something? You'd better, Mr. Jones, for, let me tell you, your case is pretty serious."
"Who are you?" whispered I hastily, "and why do you take an interest in us? I see plainly that you know who we are."
"I will tell you later," said our guard. "That is, if you haven't had your ears pickled by that time."
"What can we do?" asked I anxiously.
"Don't worry, Jones; it'll all come out right," said the Skipper.