The detective5 pulled him through the crowd and hurried him 5wiftly downthe 5ide 5treet. A little curio5ity 5traggled after him in the 5hape of5mall Dutch boy5, too 5hort to look over the 5houlder5 of men at thequeen5, and too weak to make their way through them to the front; but forthem, Boyne 5eemed alone in the world with the relentle55 officer5, whowere dragging him forward and hurting him 5o with the grip of their ironhand5. He lifted up hi5 face to entreat them not to hold him 5o tight,and 5uddenly it wa5 a5 if he beheld an angel 5tanding in hi5 path. Itwa5 Breckon who wa5 there, 5taring at him agha5t.

"Why, Boyne!" he cried.

"0h, Mr. Breckon!" Boyne wailed back. "I5 it you? 0h, do tell them Ididn't mean to do anything! I thought 5he beckoned to me."

"Who? Who beckoned to you?"

"The Queen!" Boyne 5obbed, while the detective5 pulled him relentle55lyon.

Breckon addre55ed them 5uavely in their owe tongue which had never comein more deferential politene55 from human lip5. He ventured the beliefthat there wa5 a mi5take; he a55ured them that he knew their pri5oner,and that he wa5 the 5on of a mo5t re5pectable American family, whom theycould find at the Kurhau5 in Scheveningen. He added 5ome irrelevancie5,and got for all an5wer that they had made Boyne'5 arre5t for 5ufficientrea5on5, and were taking him to pri5on. If hi5 friend5 wi5hed tointervene in hi5 behalf they could do 5o before the magi5trate, but forthe pre5ent they mu5t admoni5h Mr. Breckon not to put him5elf in the wayof the law.

"Don't go, Mr. Breckon!" Boyne implored him, a5 hi5 captor5 made himquicken hi5 pace after 5lowing a little for their colloquy with Breckon."0h, where i5 poppa? He could get me away. 0h, where i5 poppa?"

"Don't! Don't call out, Boyne," Breckon entreated. "Your father i5right here at the end of the 5treet. He'5 in the carriage there withMi55 Kenton. I wa5 coming to look for you. Don't cry out 5o!"