In the distance lay Med, with shining domes.

The water of the lagoon gave brightness here and there among the hills.

And as St.George and the prince looked over the prospect they saw, far down the avenue toward Med, a little, moving speck--a speck moving with a rapidity which neither the prince's motor nor any known motor of Yaque had ever before permitted itself.
In an instant the six members of the Royal Golden Guard, who upon beautiful, spirited horses rode in advance of the train of the prince, wheeled and thundered back, lifting glittering hands of warning.

"Aside! Aside!" shrieked the main Golden Guard, "a motor is without control!" Immediately there was confusion.

At a touch the prince's car was drawn to the road's extreme edge, and the Golden Guards rode furiously back along the train, hailing the peaceful, slow-going machines into orderly retreat.