oking on at a mighty, seething crowd making a bold rush at
the cavalry escort round some carriages. But he was brought to himself
directly after by a bluff voice saying:

"Don't run over me, Frank, my lad. But that's right; the walk has
brought some colour into your cheeks."

The colour deepened, as the speaker went on:

"I've arranged for a quiet horse to be ready with mine, my lad, and I
have a good hint or two as to where we ought to go so as to be in the
route. It will not be till close on dusk, though."

"Oh, if I could tell exactly the way they will come, and the time, and
let Drew know, it might mean saving my father's life," thought Frank.
"I must tell Captain Murray then.

"No, it would not do," he mused; "for if I did, he would not move an
inch. How to get the news, and go and find Drew! But where? Ah! I
might hear of him from some one at the tavern where they have that
club."

"Why, Frank lad, what are you thinking about?" said the captain. "I've
been talking to you for ever so long, and you don't answer."

"Oh, Captain Murray," said the boy sadly, "you must know."

"Yes, my lad," said the captain sadly, "of course I know."

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.

AT THE LAST MOMENT.

There was not much sleep for the boy that night, for he was in the horns
of a terrible dilemma. What should he do? He turned from side to side
of his bed, trying to argue the matter out, till his father's fate, his
duty to the King and Prince, the natural desire to help, his love for
his mother, Captain Murray and his duty to the King and friendship for
his brother-officer and companion, were jumbled up in an inextricable
tangle with Drew Forbes and the attempt at rescue.

"Oh!" he groaned, as day broke and found him still tossing restlessly
upon his pillow; "I often used to tell poor Drew that he was going mad.
I feel as if I were already gone, for my head won't work. I can't think
straight, just too when I want to be perfectly clear, and able to make
my plans."

It would have prostrated a cleverer and more calculating brain than
Frank's--one of those wonderful minds which can see an intricate game of
chess right forward, the player's own and his adversary's moves in
attack or defence--to have calmly mapped out the proper course for the
lad through the rocks, shoals, and quicksands which beset his path. As
it happened, all his mental struggles proved to be in vain; for, as is
frequently the case in life, the maze