Clif finally decided to take Joy, much to the disappointment of the others. The liberty party was called away at one o’clock, and, shortly after that hour, the two chums found themselves ashore.
They little suspected as they carelessly walked toward the main plaza that they were destined to experience some very thrilling adventures before they again saw the old Monongahela.
CHAPTER XXVII. THE BROKEN TREE BRANCH.
The pedestrians in the streets taken by Clif and Joy little thought as they glanced carelessly at the two cadets that the sturdy youth with the intelligent, manly face was he who had saved their beloved ruler, Dom Carlos the First, from death that day.
It was well for Clif’s peace of mind and comfort that this was true, and he inwardly rejoiced thereat.
The city was in an uproar. All Lisbon seemed to be hunting for the fugitive and hoping against hope that he had escaped from the river.
The large reward was not the sole cause of this feverish activity. The people far and wide respected and loved their ruler and they thirsted more for the assassin’s blood than for the fortune his body represented.
The streets and plazas were filled with excited groups discussing the event. Platoons of mounted police and companies of soldiers kept the air ringing with the tread of galloping hoofs.