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But Truxton was not listening to the eager prattle He remembered afterward that Bobby's hands and face were hot with fever Just noas staring at the narrow staircase Vos Engo and Loraine were descending slowly The forirl for support

Count Halfont offered the explanation "Vos Engo was shot last week, through the shoulder He is too brave to give up, as you may see It happened on the terrace There was an unexpected fusilade from the housetops Eric placed hiht have killed her instantly, struck hi to the balcony He fell and she dragged hiht have been, but he should be in bed He, like hts"

King never forgot the look in Loraine's eyes as she cauish see, intense look He saw her hand go to her heart Her lips were parted He knew she was breathing quickly, tre in his ear: "Keep the lucky stone, Mr King Please keep it It will surely help you I gave her your kiss She was happy--awful happy for awhile 'Nen the Count he saved her fro put him down and walked directly across to ave hiht to his heart Vos Engo drew back, his face set in a frown of displeasure

"My brother?" she asked, without taking her gaze from his eyes

"He is well He will see you to-day"

"And you, Truxton?" was her next question, low and quavering

"Unhared, Loraine," he said softly "Tell o stand between you and the fire fro her eyes as if in deep pain

"And you have not--broken your promise to him?"

"No Nor have I brokenit," said the A in his face Swiftly he turned to Vos Engo, extending his hand "My hand, sir, to a brave o stared at hi the friendly hand A hot flush mounted to Loraine's brow

"This is a brave man, too, Eric," she said very quietly