challenge would have been accepted remains
unwritten. There now came on the air the welcome sound of galloping
hoofs, and presently two cuirassiers wheeled into the street. What
Maurice had left undone with the cane the cuirassiers completed with the
flat of their sabers. They had had a brush with the students the night
before, and they went at them as if determined to take both interest and
principal. The students dispersed like leaves in the wind--all save one.
He rose to his feet, his hands covering his jaw and a dazed expression
in his eyes. He saw Maurice with the revolver, the cuirassiers with
their sabers, and the remnant of his army flying to cover, and he
decided to follow their example. The scene had changed somewhat since he
last saw it. He slunk off at a zigzag trot.

One of the cuirassiers dismounted, his face red from his exertions.

"Eh?" closely scanning Maurice's white face. "Well, well! is it you,
Monsieur Carewe?"

"Lieutenant von Mitter?" cried Maurice, dropping the dog, who by now had
grasped the meaning of it all. "You came just in time!"

They shook hands.

"I'll lay odds that you put up a good fight," the Lieutenant said,
pleasantly. "Curse these students! If I had my way I'd coop them all up
in their pest-hole of a university and blow them into eternity."

"And how did the dog come in this part of the town?" asked Maurice,
picking up his hat.

"He was with her Royal Highness. This is charity afternoon. She drives
about giving alms to the poor, and when she enters a house the dog
stands at the entrance to await her return. She came out of another door
and forgot the dog. Max there remembered him only when we were several
blocks away. A dozen or so of those rascally students stood opposite us
when we stopped here. It flashed on me in a minute why the dog did not
follow us. And we came back at a cut, leaving her Highness with no one
but the groom. Max, take the dog to her Highness, and tell her that it
is Monsieur Carewe who is to be thanked."

Maurice blushed. "Say nothing of my part in the fracas. It was nothing
at all."

"Don't be modest, my friend," said the cuirassier, laughing, while his
comrade dismounted, took the dog under his arm, and made off. "This is
one chance in a lifetime. Her Royal Highness will insist on thanking
you personally. O, I know Mademoiselle's caprices. And there's your
hat, crushed all out of shape. Truly, you are unfortunate with your
headgear."

"It's fe