There were loud voices from the stream beneath.

The combat had been observed, and half a score of the Prince's guard were already swimming, wading, and leaping into small boats in their haste to be first to our assistance.
But we did not need their aid.

I passed my blade through and through my assailant, almost at the same moment that the Prince spiked his man so directly in the throat, so that the red point stood out in the hollow of his neck behind.
Both went down simultaneously, and there was Von Reuss on horseback, just disappearing over the ridge.

Prince Karl wiped his brow.
"What devil's traitors!" he cried.

"Poor Dessauer, I wonder what he has gotten?
Let us go to him." We went across the plateau together, and knelt by the side of the old man.