the men suffer so."

"Where was he injured, Ignaee?" asked the Princess, shuddering. The
boy hesitated.

"Mother dear, it is pretty bad, but I have see it so much worse. He
has lost his left arm."

The Princess covered her eyes. "Oh, my dear, my dear!" she murmured.
"How can I bear this for you?"

"It might be far worse," said Ignace cheerily. "We must start back to
him tonight. Did you save any of the motor cars?" He turned to
Michael.

"Two, your Excellency," said the man. "They are hidden in a haystack
down past the woods at the end of the estate. The large touring car,
and your racer."

"Good!" said Ignace; then suddenly, "Where is my little Rika?"

At once the Princess and Modjeska commenced the story of her loss, and
all the other events leading up to the appearance of the Morrises and
the strange coincidence of their having found the little girl.

Ignace listened breathlessly.

Once more the silver knob fell. Someone else was coming.

The footman opened the stone portal, and three men entered. They bowed