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obligation. Therefore, for the present I shall pardon your insulting speeches and actions."

      "But you have also saved my life," answered Prince Marvel; "for had you not warned me of the robbers' return they would surely have caught me."

      "True," said the boy, brightening up; "therefore our score is now even. But take care not to affront me again, for hereafter I will show you no mercy!"

      Prince Marvel looked at the boy with wonder. He was about his own size, yet strong and well formed, and he would have been handsome except for the expression of discontent upon his face. Yet his manner and words were so absurd and unnatural that the prince was more amused than angered by his new acquaintance, and presently laughed in his face.

      "If all the people in this island are like you," he said, "I shall have lots of fun with them. And you are only a boy, after all."

      "I'm bigger than you!" declared the other, glaring fiercely at the prince.

      "How much bigger?" asked Marvel, his eyes twinkling.

      "Oh, ever so much!"

      "Then fetch along that coil of rope, and follow me," said Prince Marvel.

      "Fetch the rope yourself!" retorted the boy, bluntly. "I'm not your servant." Then he put his hands in his pockets and coolly walked out of the cave to look at the pile of senseless robbers.

      Prince Marvel made no reply, but taking the coil of rope on his shoulder he carried it to where the thieves lay and threw it down beside them. Then he cut lengths from the coil with his sword and bound the limbs of each robber securely. Within a half-hour he had laid out a row of thieves extending half way across the grassy plain, and on counting their number he found he had captured fifty-nine of them.

      This task being accomplished and the robbers rendered helpless, Prince Marvel turned to the boy who stood watching him.

      "Get a suit of armor from the cave, and a strong sword, and then return here," he said, in a stern voice.

      "Why should I do that?" asked the boy, rather impudently.

      "Because I am going to fight you for disobeying my orders; and if you do not protect yourself I shall probably kill you."

      "That sounds pleasant," said the boy. "But if you should prove my superior in skill I beg you will not kill me at once, but let me die a lingering death."

      "Why?" asked the prince.

      "Because I shall suffer more, and that will be delightful."

      "I am not anxious to kill you, nor to make you suffer," said Marvel, "all that I ask is that you acknowledge me your master."

      "I won't!" answered the boy. "I acknowledge no master in all the world!"

      "Then you must fight," declared the prince, gravely. "If you win, I will promise to serve you faithfully; and if I conquer you, then you must acknowledge me your master, and obey my commands."

      "Agreed!" cried the boy, with sudden energy, and he rushed into the cave and soon returned clad in armor and bearing a sword and shield. On the shield was pictured a bolt of lightning.

      "Lightning will soon strike those three girls whose champion you seem to be," he said tauntingly.

      "The three girls defy your lightning!" returned the prince with a smile. "I see you are brave enough."

      "Brave! Why should I not be?" answered the boy proudly. "I am the Lord Nerle, the son of Neggar, the chief baron of Heg!"

      The other bowed low.

      "I am pleased to know your station," he said. "I am called Prince Marvel, and this is my first adventure."

      "And likely to be your last," exclaimed the boy, sneeringly. "For I am stronger than you, and I have fought many times with full grown men."

      "Are you ready?" asked Prince Marvel, for answer.

      "Yes."

      Then the swords clashed and sparks flew from the blades. But it was not for long. Suddenly Nerle's sword went flying through the air and shattered its blade against a wall of rock. He scowled at Prince Marvel a moment, who smiled back at him. Then the boy rushed into the cave and returned with another sword.

      Scarcely had the weapons crossed again when with a sudden blow Prince Marvel snapped Nerle's blade in two, and followed this up with a sharp slap upon his ear with the flat of his own sword that fairly bewildered the boy, and made him sit down on the grass to think what had happened to him.

      Then Prince Marvel's merry laugh rang far across the hills, and so delighted was he at the astonished expression upon Nerle's face that it was many minutes before he could control his merriment and ask his foeman if he had had enough fight.

      "I suppose I have," replied the boy, rubbing his ear tenderly. "That blow stings most deliciously. But it is a hard thought that the son of Baron Neggar should serve Prince Marvel!"

      "Do not worry about that," said the prince; "for I assure you my rank is so far above your own that it is no degradation for the son of Neggar to serve me. But come, we must dispose of these thieves. What is the proper fate for such men?"

      "They are always hanged," answered Nerle, getting upon his feet.

      "Well, there are trees handy," remarked the prince, although his girlish heart insisted on making him shiver in spite of his resolve to be manly and stern. "Let us get to work and hang them as soon as possible. And then we can proceed upon our journey."

      Nerle now willingly lent his assistance to his new master, and soon they had placed a rope around the neck of each thief and were ready to dangle them all from the limbs of the trees.

      But at this juncture the thieves began to regain consciousness, and now Wul-Takim, the big, red-bearded king of the thieves, sat up and asked:

      "Who is our conqueror?"

      "Prince Marvel," answered Nerle.

      "And what army assisted him?" inquired Wul-Takim, curiously gazing upon the prince.

      "He conquered you alone and single-handed," said Nerle.

      Hearing this, the big king began to weep bitterly, and the tear-drops ran down his face in such a stream that Prince Marvel ordered Nerle to wipe them away with his handkerchief, as the thief's hands were tied behind his back.

      "To think!" sobbed Wul-Takim, miserably; "only to think, that after all my terrible deeds and untold wickedness, I have been captured by a mere boy! Oh, boo-hoo! boo-hoo! boo-hoo! It is a terrible disgrace!"

      "You will not have to bear it long," said the prince, soothingly. "I am going to hang you in a few minutes."

      "Thanks! Thank you very much!" answered the king, ceasing to weep. "I have always expected to be hanged some day, and I am glad no one but you two boys will witness me when my feet begin kicking about."

      "I shall not kick," declared another of the thieves, who had also regained his senses. "I shall sing while I am being hanged."

      "But you can not, my good Gunder," protested the king; "for the rope will cut off your breath, and no man can sing without breath."

      "Then I shall whistle," said Gunder, composedly.

      The king cast at him a look of reproach, and turning to Prince Marvel he said:

      "It will be a great task to string up so many thieves. You look tired. Permit me to assist you to hang the others, and then I will climb into a tree and hang myself from a strong branch, with as little bother as possible."

      "Oh, I won't think of troubling you," exclaimed Marvel, with a laugh. "Having conquered you alone, I feel it my duty to hang you without assistance-save that of my esquire."

      "It's no trouble, I assure you; but suit your own convenience," said the thief, carelessly. Then he cast his eye toward the cave and asked: "What will you do with all our treasure?"

      "Give it to the poor," said Prince Marvel, promptly.

      "What poor?"

      "Oh, the poorest people I can find."

      "Will you permit me to advise you in this matter?" asked the king

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