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"

Now

speed

ye

after

me

with

the

rest

,

and

cry

'

Stop

thief

!

'

but

mind

ye

lead

them

astray

!

"

The

next

moment

Hugo

turned

a

corner

and

darted

down

a

crooked

alley

--

and

in

another

moment

or

two

he

lounged

into

view

again

,

looking

innocent

and

indifferent

,

and

took

up

a

position

behind

a

post

to

watch

results

.

The

insulted

King

threw

the

bundle

on

the

ground

;

and

the

blanket

fell

away

from

it

just

as

the

woman

arrived

,

with

an

augmenting

crowd

at

her

heels

;

she

seized

the

King

's

wrist

with

one

hand

,

snatched

up

her

bundle

with

the

other

,

and

began

to

pour

out

a

tirade

of

abuse

upon

the

boy

while

he

struggled

,

without

success

,

to

free

himself

from

her

grip

.

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Hugo

had

seen

enough

--

his

enemy

was

captured

and

the

law

would

get

him

,

now

--

so

he

slipped

away

,

jubilant

and

chuckling

,

and

wended

campwards

,

framing

a

judicious

version

of

the

matter

to

give

to

the

Ruffler

's

crew

as

he

strode

along

.

The

King

continued

to

struggle

in

the

woman

's

strong

grasp

,

and

now

and

then

cried

out

in

vexation

--

"

Unhand

me

,

thou

foolish

creature

;

it

was

not

I

that

bereaved

thee

of

thy

paltry

goods

.

"

The

crowd

closed

around

,

threatening

the

King

and

calling

him

names

;

a

brawny

blacksmith

in

leather

apron

,

and

sleeves

rolled

to

his

elbows

,

made

a

reach

for

him

,

saying

he

would

trounce

him

well

,

for

a

lesson

;

but

just

then

a

long

sword

flashed

in

the

air

and

fell

with

convincing

force

upon

the

man

's

arm

,

flat

side

down

,

the

fantastic

owner

of

it

remarking

pleasantly

,

at

the

same

time

--

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"

Marry

,

good

souls

,

let

us

proceed

gently

,

not

with

ill

blood

and

uncharitable

words

.

This

is

matter

for

the

law

's

consideration

,

not

private

and

unofficial

handling

.

Loose

thy

hold

from

the

boy

,

goodwife

.

"

The

blacksmith

averaged

the

stalwart

soldier

with

a

glance

,

then

went

muttering

away

,

rubbing

his

arm

;

the

woman

released

the

boy

's

wrist

reluctantly

;

the

crowd

eyed

the

stranger

unlovingly

,

but

prudently

closed

their

mouths

.

The

King

sprang

to

his

deliverer

's

side

,

with

flushed

cheeks

and

sparkling

eyes

,

exclaiming

--

"

Thou

hast

lagged

sorely

,

but

thou

comest

in

good

season

,

now

,

Sir

Miles

;

carve

me

this

rabble

to

rags

!

"

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