He glared at us, turned on his bare heel and made his way to the road. Then he strode off in the direction of the bend. We watched him silently, the professor with apprehension and I with unrestrained enjoyment. As he was about to vanish from our sight we saw him come to a startled halt, gaze off along the road that lay beyond the bend, then throw up his arms, whirl and race back to us. "They’re coming!" he shouted frantically; "the whole army is coming! Is there no way you can save me, gentlemen? Think, for mercy’s sake, _think_!" Meigs was continually building barriers between himself and the professor and me, only to knock them down again whenever the slightest danger threatened him. Had I been the one to decide, he should then and there have been left to shift for himself. *CHAPTER XII.* *CONDEMNED TO DEATH.* "Have courage, Mr. Meigs," said Professor Quinn. "It is my hope that some high personage may be with the approaching army, in which event the royal banner given us by the king of Baigol will be respected and prove the salvation of all three of us." This great and good man was utterly incapable of harboring resentment against any one. He beguiled the plutocrats into his castle, I grant you, and shuffled them from the scene of their grievous labors, yet this was not because he loved the rich man less but the poor man more. As I write these words, piecing my narrative together out of my commonplace book, a wave of affection and reverence rolls over me. And often I steal forth o’ nights when skies are propitious, gaze at Mercury through my telescope, and can almost fancy myself in communion with the gentle soul forever lost to its native planet. But I anticipate. The retreating Gaddbaizets had reached headquarters and acquainted the high chief in command with the fact that two more colossi had appeared; so the major part of the king’s forces had been ordered out. By tactful maneuvres, they were approaching from all sides. A cordon was drawn around us—a cordon of soldiers with their flashing zetbais presented. One hostile move would have placed the seal on our death warrant. The high chief, perhaps fearing his word-box might be wrecked as his captain’s had been, had evidently laid plans and given all orders in advance of his attack on our position. The assault was noiseless, swift, and sure. When completely surrounded by the troops, a number of the soldiers disengaged themselves from various points of the circle. These soldiers carried lances at least ten feet long. The lances were held high, and to the point of each the upper edge of a net was made fast, the lower edge of the net trailing along the ground. As the lancemen advanced the net took the form of a rapidly contracting circle, the professor, Meigs, and myself in the centre.