ake, or two wakes, 'tis meself will
be fit for the grand ascent, and then there'll be news from the top, and
a proud look in the eye of Michael Hanlon, Esquire! Wait and see, me
b'y!"

The next morning, Queen Miranda having given her consent, Freddie and
Robert left the palace for their day on the mountain. All day they
wandered up the trails, and in the afternoon, when their luncheon was
all gone and they were tired, they began to descend. It was growing
dark; they had had a glorious day, and they were sorry it would soon be
over. They stretched themselves on the ground beneath a mountain oak,
and looked below them, past the Tower, across the roof of the palace to
the city. There was no living thing in sight, except a bird which sailed
across their view and disappeared. "Well, Robert," said Freddie, "I
suppose the Old Man who used to be here is gone. Come; we must go; your
mother will be worried."

They got to their feet. As they did so, a kind of groan startled them.
They listened. It came again, from some point near by. Freddie thought
he could make out a weak human voice, trying to call for help. Drawing
Robert after him, he climbed over a number of boulders and mounted to
the top of a rise in the ground, and looked down into a deep gully,
covered on its sides with rocks and bushes. What he saw there gave him a
start of alarm.

At the bottom was an old man, lying on his back, with one leg doubled
under him, his face up to the sky. From his lips came a groan, followed
by a faint cry for help. His head was bald, he was rather stout, he wore
a long white beard, and he was clad in a short dark gown, belted about
the middle. His legs were bare, and on the foot which was visible he
wore a sandal.

Robert looked over Freddie's shoulder, and whispered in his ear.
"That's him! He's fallen down and hurt himself."

It was true. The old man had evidently fallen, and he was plainly
suffering. Freddie clambered down to him, and knelt beside him. The old
man looked into the young man's eyes, and said, in a feeble whisper:

"My leg. Broken. Help me home."

Freddie assisted him into a sitting position, and then lifted him up and
held him.

"I cannot walk," said the old man. "Unless you can carry me, I must die
here."

Freddie was properly proud of his new strength, and he believed that he
could carry the old man.

"Where do you live?" said he.

"Up the mountain. I will show you. I beg you to carry me home."

"I will