His blood leaped and danced, and once more his eyes roved over the blue in search of the _Arrow._ They came to Obenstein a little before dusk.

It was a tiny village, almost hidden in a recess of the mountain, with a shaggy pine forest rising above it and casting its shadow over the houses.

But there was a small, neat inn, and a garage for the machines, and the guests were received with the same hospitality that had been shown at Tellnitz.

John again spread the rumor that it was a princess of the house of Auersperg who came, and he added Weber to the list of those who were attending her in her flight to a safer region.

Julie withdrew as before to her room with her maid, but giving John, before she went, the brilliant smile of faith and confidence that would have sent him, sword in hand, against dragons.
He and Weber sat awhile in the little smoking-room talking in low tones of their journey.