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» . PRINCE OTTO
a grey mare. What's that ? No, nothing — no,
I tell you, on my word, I set more store by a
good gelding or an English dog. That for your
Otto!'
' He's not my Otto,' growled Kuno.
' Then I don't know whose he is,' was the
retort.
' You would put your hand in the fire for
him to-morrow,' said Kuno, facing round.
' Me ! ' cried the huntsman. ' I would see
him hanged ! I'm a Grtinewald patriot — en-
rolled, and have my medal, too ; and I would
help a prince ! I'm for liberty and Gondre-
mark.'
' Well, it's all one,' said Kuno. ' If anybody
said what you said, you would have his blood,
and you know it.'
' You have him on the brain,' retorted his
companion. ' There he goes ! ' he cried, the
next moment.
And sure enough, about a mile down the
mountain, a rider on a white horse was seen to
flit rapidly across a heathy open and vanish
among the trees on the farther side.
' In ten minutes he'll be over the border into
Gerolstein,' said Kuno. ' It's past cure.'
' Well, if he founders that mare, I'll never
forgive him,' added the other, gathering his
reins.