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292 he seemed unable to speak. Then he raised his dark, stern eyes to the captive's face and pointed across the border with the single word, "Go!"

As the minstrel slunk away, Conrad threw his arms about his old comrade's neck, saying,—

"For the future none shall ever supplant thee, truest of friends and best of archers!"