Then she almost forgot her precautions in
her eagerness to crane forward. "They are coming!" she said. "All
there are of them will be a guard for the Prince."
Stead felt a strange thrill of pain as he remembered the terrible
scene when he had last beheld that tall, slight young figure, and
dark face, now far sterner and sadder than in those early days, as
Rupert went to meet the bitterest hour of his life.
Several gentlemen rode with him, whom Emlyn named as his staff, and
then came more troopers, not alike in dress, being, in fact, remnants
of shattered regiments. She was trembling all over with eagerness,
standing up, and so leaning forward, that she might have tumbled into
the lane, had not Steadfast held her.
At last came a scream. "There's Sir Harry! There's Dick! There's
Staines! Oh! Dick, Dick, where's father?"
There was a halt, and bronzed faces looked up.
"Ha! Who's there?"
"I! I! Emlyn. Oh! Dick, is father coming?"
"Hollo, little one! Art thou safe after all?"
"I am, I am.
Pages:
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154