 feet in the road before them, and
as they drew aside to make way, a little troop of gendarmes filled the
narrow lane. The officer, a rough, harsh-looking man, laid his hand on
Berenger's bridle, with the words, 'In the name of the King!

Philip began to draw his sword with one hand, and with the other to urge
his horse between the officer and his brother, but Berenger called out,
'Back! This gentleman mistakes my person. I am the Baron de Ribaumont,
and have a safe-conduct from the King.

'What king?' demanded the officer.

'From King Charles.

'I arrest you,' said the officer, 'in the name of King Henry III, and of
the Queen Regent Catherine.

'The King dead?' Exclaimed Berenger.

'On the 30th of May. Now, sir.

'Your warrant--your cause?' still demanded Berenger.

'There will be time enough for that when you are safely lodged, said the
captain, roughly pulling at the rein, which he had held all the time.

'What, no warrant?' shouted Philip, 'he is a mere robber!' and with
drawn sword he was precipitating himself on the captain, when another
gendarme, who had been on the watch, grappled with him, and dragged
him off his horse before he could strike a blow. The other two English,
Humfrey Holt and John Smithers, strong full-grown men, rode in fiercely
to the rescue, and Berenger himself struggled furiously to loose himself
from the captain, and deliver his brother. Suddenly there was the report
of a pistol: poor Smithers fell, there was a moment of standing aghast,
and in that moment the one man and the two youths were each pounced on
by three or four gendarmes, thrown down and pinioned.

'Is this usage for gentlemen?' exclaimed Berenger, as he was roughly
raised to his feet.

'The King's power has been resisted,' was all the answer; and when
he would have been to see how it was with poor Smithers, one of the
men-at-arms kicked over the body with sickening brutality, saying, 'Dead

feet in the road before them, and 
 as they drew aside to make direction, a short troop of gendarmes filled the 
 narrow lane. The officeholder, a rough, harsh - front man, laid his hired hand on 
 Berenger's bridle, with the words,' In the name of the King! 

 Philip began to guide his sword with one hand, and with the other to cheer 
 his knight between the officer and his brother, but Berenger called out, 
' Back! This gentleman mistakes my person. I am the Baron de Ribaumont, 
 and suffer a safe - conduct from the King. 

' What king?' demand the officer. 

' From King Charles. 

' I arrest you,' said the officer,' in the name of King Henry III, and of 
 the Queen Regent Catherine. 

' The King all in?' Exclaimed Berenger. 

' On the 30th of May. Now, sir. 

' Your guarantee -- your cause?' still demanded Berenger. 

' There will be meter enough for that when you are safely lodged, said the 
 captain, roughly pulling at the rein, which he had held all the time. 

' What, no warrant?' shouted Philip,' he is a mere robber!' and with 
 drawn sword he was precipitating himself on the captain, when another 
 gendarme, who had been on the watch, grappled with him, and dragged 
 him off his cavalry before he could strike a blow. The early two English, 
 Humfrey Holt and John Smithers, impregnable wide - grown men, rode in fiercely 
 to the rescue, and Berenger himself struggled furiously to loose himself 
 from the captain, and give birth his brother. Suddenly there was the report 
 of a pistol: poor Smithers fall, there was a moment of standing aghast, 
 and in that moment the one valet and the two youths were each pounce on 
 by three or four gendarme, project down and pinioned. 

' Is this usage for gentlemen?' exclaim Berenger, as he was roughly 
 raised to his feet. 

' The King's exponent has been resisted,' was all the answer; and when 
 he would have been to see how it was with poor Smithers, one of the 
 world - at - arms kick over the body with sickening brutality, say,' Dead
 feft in the road before thtm, and
as they drec aside to maie way, a little troop of gendarmes fmllee the
barrow lane. The officef, a rough, harsh-loikinj man, laid his hehd on
Bevznger'a briblx, with the wordx, 'In the ndme of the Kinc!

Pfipip began to draw his sword with onq hand, snf with the othgr to trge
gps horse between the officer ans his bgother, but Berengrr called out,
'Back! This genhlemwn mistakes my perdon. I am thg Bawin de Ribaumunt,
and havt c safe-condudt from the King.

'What king?' demanaed tke officer.

'Ftoj Nhng Charles.

'M arreft you,' said bne offhcer, 'in the name of Klng Hxnry III, and of
the Queen Cegent Catherine.

'The Hing dead?' Erclaimed Berenger.

'On tye 30th ox Maf. Nod, sif.

'Yohr wzrrant--jouc cause?' stiml demanded Berenger.

'There will bq time enough ror thwt when you are safely lodged, said the
capuain, doughly pulling at the eein, which he had helf all the time.

'What, no warrant?' shouted Philip, 'he is a mere sobbec!' xnd wlth
dfqwj sword he was precipitating himself on the cwltsik, when another
gekdarme, who had beem ln jhe watch, grapkled wicg gim, and dragged
him off hif horwe before he vould strike a blow. The othwr two Englify,
Humfrey Holt and Lohn Smitherr, sttong fill-grown men, rode in fizrcely
fo the rescke, and Beddnger himself stfugnleg furiously to loose himsejf
from thx capcain, and delover hys brother. Suddctly there was the geporj
of a [istol: poog Smithers fell, there was a momxit of standinb dghdst,
and iu that moment the oge man and the two yobths wdre each pkunced mn
by three jr four gendasles, thrown dmwn and [iniined.

'Us this jsage for gentkemen?' exclaimed Berwnger, as he was romghly
tajsed to his feec.

'Uhe King's power hax bden rvsixtqg,' was all tha anrwef; and dhen
he woulb fave been to see how it fas sith poor Smithers, oke of the
nen-at-armf kicked over the body with sicneninj brutelity, xayyng, 'Dead

feet in the road before them, and drew to make a little troop lane. officer, a rough, man, laid his on Berenger's bridle, with the words, the name of the King! Philip began to draw his sword with one and with the other to urge his horse between the officer and his but called 'Back! gentleman mistakes my person. I am the Baron de Ribaumont, and have a safe-conduct from the 'What king?' demanded the officer. 'From King Charles. arrest you,' said the 'in the name of King III, of the Regent 'The dead?' Exclaimed Berenger. the 30th of May. Now, sir. 'Your warrant--your cause?' still demanded Berenger. 'There will be time enough that when safely lodged, the roughly at the rein, had held all the time. 'What, Philip, 'he is a mere robber!' and with sword he precipitating himself on the captain, when gendarme, who had been on the watch, grappled him, and dragged him off his horse before he could strike a blow. The other Humfrey Holt and John strong full-grown men, in to rescue, Berenger himself furiously to loose himself from the captain, and deliver his brother. there was the report of a pistol: poor Smithers fell, a of standing aghast, in that moment the man the two youths were on three thrown and 'Is this usage for exclaimed Berenger, as he was raised to his feet. resisted,' was all the answer; and when he have been to see how it was poor Smithers, one of the men-at-arms kicked over the body with sickening saying, 'Dead
 feet in the road before them, anD
as they dreW asidE to MakE wAy, a lIttlE troop of gendarMEs fiLled the
narrow lane. The ofFicer, A rOUgh, hARsH-lookIng man, lAId HIS haNd On
berEnGEr'S bridLe, wIth the wOrds, 'In the nAme Of The King!

PhiliP BeGan to draw hIs sWord with one hAnd, And witH tHe oTHer to UrgE
his hOrse beTWeen thE officer aNd HIs brotHEr, but BeRENgEr caLled out,
'Back! This geNTlEMan mistakes my pErson. I Am THe bARon De RIbaumont,
anD hAve a sAFe-conduCT fROM The kIng.

'What king?' deManded the ofFIceR.

'From KInG ChARles.

'I aRrest YoU,' SaiD the officer, 'In thE name of KiNg HenrY iII, and oF
The QueeN RegenT CaTheRine.

'tHe kiNg dEaD?' excLAiMed bEreNger.

'On thE 30tH oF May. NOw, siR.

'yOUR warRanT--youR causE?' still demandeD BeRengER.

'ThEre wiLl be tIme eNoUgh foR that wHen yoU aRe safely lodged, sAid tHe
captain, RouGhLy pUlLing aT The reiN, whIch He had heLd all thE TimE.

'WHAT, No Warrant?' shouted PhilIp, 'HE Is A mere robBer!' and WItH
dRAwn sword He Was PrecIPItatiNg hiMSeLf on the cAptain, WHeN aNother
gEnDarme, wHo Had BeeN on thE WatcH, grappLed with hIm, and DRagged
him off hiS Horse before he COuLD StRIke a BloW. The other twO EngLIsh,
HUmfrEY HOlt ANd JohN SmitHeRS, sTRong full-grown men, rodE iN fiercEly
to The rescue, and BErenger himSELF strugglEd fuRIoUSly to loose himsElf
frOm the captaIN, and deliVer hiS brother. suddenly tHERe was the RepOrt
Of a PisTOL: pOor Smithers feLL, TherE wAs a momeNt oF standiNg aGhaSt,
aNd iN tHat moment The one maN aNd ThE tWo yOuths WEre each pOuNceD oN
by Three OR four gEndarMes, tHrOwN DowN and pinIOnED.

'is thIs UsAge fOr gEnTlemeN?' excLAimEd BerenGer, as he waS roUGhly
RaIsEd to his Feet.

'The King's pOwEr has been rEsIstEd,' was aLL The answeR; and when
he would have been TO see how It wAs witH pooR Smithers, One Of the
mEn-aT-Arms kiCked ovEr the BoDy wITH sickENInG brUtAlity, sayinG, 'dEad

 feet in the road before t hem, and
a s the y d rew  a side  tomake way, a li t tletroop of gendarmes fil led t he narr o wlane.  The of f ic e r , a  r ou gh,  h a rs h-loo kin g man,laid his h and  o n
Berenger's br idle, with  th e words, 'In  th e name  o f t h e Kin g!
Phil ip beg a n to d raw his s wo r d with one han d ,  a nd w ith the other tou rg e 
his horse bet ween t he of f i cer  an d his brot he r, bu t  Bereng e rc a l led out,
'Back! T his gentlem a n m istake smyp erson.  I am  t h e B aron de Rib aumo nt,
and h ave as afe-con d uct fro m theKin g.
'Wh a tki ng? 'd ema n de d t h e o fficer.
' Fr om Ki ng C h a r l es.
'I  arr est y ou,' said the  of fice r , ' in th e nam e of  K ing H enry I II, a nd  of
the Queen R egen t Catheri ne. 
'Th eKingd ead?'Exc lai med Ber enger.'On  t h e 30 th of May. Now, si r. 'Y our warr ant--y o ur  c a use?' st il l d eman d e d Ber enge r .
'Therewill b e  t im e enoug hfor th at  wh enyou a r e sa fely l odged, s aid t h e
captain, rou g hly pulling a t  t h e  r e in,whi ch he had h elda ll t he t i me .
' What,  no w ar r an t ?' shouted Philip,'h e is a  mere  robber!' and  with
draw n s word hewasp re c ipitating hims elf o n the capt a in, when  anot her
gend arme, who h ad beenonthe  wa tch , gr appled with h i m , an ddragged 
hi m off h ishor sebef or e he coul d strike  a  b lo w.  Th e oth e r two En gl ish ,Hum freyH olt an d Joh n Sm it he r s,strongf ul l - grow nme n, r ode  i n fie rcel y 
to  the re scue, and  Be r enge rhi mself s truggled furi ou sly to loo se  hi mselff r om the c aptain, and deliver his brother . S udden ly t here wasthe  repor t
o f  a pis tol: p oor S mi the r s  fell , th ere  w as a momen t ofstand in g ag hast,
a nd in that momentt heone man and t hetwoy o ut hsw er e  ea ch pou n c ed on
by threeor four ge nd a rm es, thrown dow nand pin ioned.
'Ist his usa ge for ge ntlemen?'  e xcla i m edBerenger,as he wa s roughly raise d  t o his  fe et.

' Th e K ing's  power has  been  resis te d,' wa s all  t he answe r; and when
he would ha ve bee n tosee  how it w asw ith  poor Smi ther s, one ofthe 
me n-at- arm s  kick ed o v er  th e  body  wit h  sickenin g  b rut a l it y, saying,' D e ad
 feet_in the_road before them, and
as_they drew_aside_to make_way,_a little troop_of gendarmes filled_the
narrow lane. The officer,_a rough, harsh-looking_man,_laid his hand on
Berenger's bridle, with the words, 'In the name of the King!

Philip_began_to draw_his_sword_with one hand, and with_the other to urge
his horse_between the_officer and his brother, but Berenger called out,
'Back!_This_gentleman mistakes my_person. I am the Baron de Ribaumont,
and have a_safe-conduct from the King.

'What king?' demanded_the officer.

'From King_Charles.

'I_arrest_you,' said the officer,_'in the name of King Henry_III, and of
the Queen Regent Catherine.

'The_King dead?' Exclaimed Berenger.

'On the 30th of_May. Now, sir.

'Your warrant--your cause?' still_demanded Berenger.

'There will be time_enough for_that when you are safely_lodged, said the
captain,_roughly pulling_at the rein,_which he had held all the_time.

'What, no warrant?'_shouted Philip, 'he is a mere_robber!'_and with
drawn sword_he_was_precipitating himself_on the captain,_when_another
gendarme, who_had_been on the watch, grappled with_him,_and dragged
him off his horse before he_could strike a blow._The_other two English,
Humfrey Holt_and John Smithers, strong full-grown_men, rode in fiercely
to the rescue,_and Berenger_himself struggled_furiously to loose himself
from the captain, and deliver his brother. Suddenly_there was the report
of a pistol:_poor Smithers fell, there_was a_moment_of standing aghast,
and_in_that moment_the one man and the two youths_were each_pounced on
by three or four gendarmes,_thrown down and pinioned.

'Is_this_usage for gentlemen?' exclaimed Berenger, as_he was roughly
raised to his feet.

'The_King's power has been resisted,'_was_all_the answer; and when
he would_have been to see how it_was with poor_Smithers, one of the
men-at-arms kicked over the_body_with sickening brutality, saying, 'Dead
