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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

It is not even remotely probable that the owner would
have covered the ground so quickly as Hobbs, and it is certain that
the horses never suspected that they had it in them.
The mud-covered vehicle was nearing the Inn of the Stars when Robin
stuck his head out of the window and directed Hobbs to drive slower.
"Very good, sir," said Hobbs. "I thought as how we might be late
after losing time at the city gates, sir, wot with that silly guard
and the--"
"We are in good time, Hobbs. Take it easy."
The lights of the Inn were gleaming through the drizzle not more than
a block away. Robin's heart was thumping furiously. Little chills ran
over him, delicious chills of excitement. His blood was hot and cold,
his nerves were tingling. The adventure!
"Whoa!" said Hobbs suddenly. "'Ello, wot the 'ell is--"
A dark figure had sprung into the road-way near the horses' heads,
and was holding up a warning hand.
"Is this Mr. Schmidt's carriage?" demanded a hoarse, suppressed
voice.
"It is," said Hobbs, "for the time being.


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