danger of that, â the Baron declared, slapping his gauntlet-encased hand against the revolver which he carried on the right side of his weapon belt. âWe of His Highnessâs entourage can protect him, even if you are unable to do so.â
âAgainst a man with a rifle that can kill at close to a mile and who can shoot well enough to do it?â Mark said dryly, not bothering to comment upon the unsuitability of the Bosgravniansâ high riding holstersâeach with its flap secured by a metal pin attached to the body of the rigâif a rapid extraction of the revolvers should become necessary. âBecause thereâs a hombre in Corpus Christie who has one, is good enough and has been paid to kill His Highness.â
âYou know heâs there?â growled Liebenfrau, silencing the aide-de-camp with a glare. âThen why hasnât something been done to apprehend him?â
âAll we know for sure is that heâs around and that heâs been hired to do the killing,â Mark replied, in a more polite tone than he had employed when speaking to the Baron. âWe donâtknow exactly where he is, but thatâs being worked on. Whichâs why weâre playing things this way.â 4
âThen, for all you know, he may not be in the town,â Liebenfrau pointed out. âHe could even have followed you here .â
âHe didnât, we made sure of that,â Mark declared with complete confidence. âOnly the Governor and us boys from the OD Connected know whatâs doing. Heâll be hid away somewhere in town, waiting to cut loose when His Highness comes off the boat.â
âThen why do we have to change clothing?â von Goeringwald demanded.
âWe wonât make it to Corpus Christie before he finds put heâs been tricked,â Mark explained, his voice hardening. âWhich, unless heâs been found and hawg-tied first, means heâll come looking for you-all, Your Highness. Not one of youâll pass, even at a distance, as being from Texas in those uniforms.â
âWeâre in your hands, Mr. Counter,â Rudolph put in firmly and a smile flickered on his handsomeface. âSo we will do as you wish. In fact, I for one will be most interested to see how Colonel Liebenfrau will look dressed as aâ cowhandâ wasnât it you said?â
âThatâs what folks down here in Texas mostly call us, unless itâs something worse,â Mark replied, appreciating how the Crown Princeâs words had made his task easier. âWhich it most time is andâs usually deservââ
âI hope that the ladyâs presence wonât make too much difference to your arrangements,â Rudolph said, noticing that the blond giant was looking at the launch and guessing why he had stopped speaking. âShe and her maid are accompanying us.â
âNot too much,â Mark admitted, realizing that he had caught a glimpse of the two women during his earlier interrupted glance at the boat, âTheyâll have to ride in a chuck wagon, not a coach.â
âThat wonât worry Freddie,â the Crown Prince declared.
âFreddie?â Mark repeated.
âLady Winifred Besgrove-Woodstole,â Rudolph elaborated and noticed the blond giant stiffen momentarily. âIs something wrong?â
âNo,â Mark answered. âItâs just that I wasnât expecting a lady to be with you.â
While that was true, it had not caused the Texanâs reaction. He was wondering what Dusty Fog would make of the latest development.
Even as the thought was entering Markâs head, his ranchâs segundo and good friend was for the second time in less than an hour facing a situation fraught with peril.
Chapter 3
I THOUGHT HE MEANT TO KILL YOU
H AVING DELIVERED THE PUSH THAT WAS PUTTING Dusty Fogâs life in jeopardy, Benjamin Digbry demonstrated one of the reasons why