There was an ominous movement among the throng.

"Vive l'Anarchie! A bas les Prussiens!" yelled a beetle-browed
Italian. "A bas les etrangers!"

"My friend," said Clifford, pleasantly, "you've got a very vile
accent yourself."

"You're a Prussian!" screamed the man.

Every one was now looking at them. Gethryn began to fume.

"I'll thrash that cur if he says Prussian again," said he.

"You'll keep quiet, that's what you'll do," growled Thaxton, looking
anxiously at Rhodes.

"Yes, you will!" said the Colossus, very pale.

"Pig of a Prussian!" shouted a fearful-looking hag, planting herself
in front of Clifford with arms akimbo and head thrust forward. "Pig
of a Prussian spy!"

She glanced at her supporters, who promptly applauded.

"Ah--h--h!" she screamed, her little green eyes shining like a
tiger's -- "Spy! German spy!"

"Madam," said Clifford, politely, "go and wash yourself."