"Forward, my beauty, my Arab," he said, patting the omnibus encouragingly, "fleetest of all thy bounding tribe. Are thy relations with thy driver, I wonder, those of the Bedouin and his steed? Does he sleep side by side with thee--" His meditations were broken by a sudden and jarring stoppage. Looking over the edge, he saw that the heads of the horses were being held by men in the uniform of Wayne's army, and heard the voice of an officer calling out orders. [Illustration: KING AUBERON DESCENDED FROM THE OMNIBUS WITH DIGNITY.] King Auberon descended from the omnibus with dignity. The guard or picket of red halberdiers who had stopped the vehicle did not number more than twenty, and they were under the command of a short, dark, clever-looking young man, conspicuous among the rest as being clad in an ordinary frock-coat, but girt round the waist with a red sash and a long seventeenth-century sword. A shiny silk hat and spectacles completed the outfit in a pleasing manner. "To whom have I the honour of speaking?" said the King, endeavouring to look like Charles I., in spite of personal difficulties. The dark man in spectacles lifted his hat with equal gravity. "My name is Bowles," he said. "I am a chemist. I am also a captain of O company of the army of Notting Hill. I am distressed at having to incommode you by stopping the omnibus, but this area is covered by our proclamation, and we intercept all traffic. May I ask to whom I have the honour--Why, good gracious, I beg your Majesty's pardon. I am quite overwhelmed at finding myself concerned with the King." Auberon put up his hand with indescribable grandeur. "Not with the King," he said; "with the special war correspondent of the _Court Journal_." "I beg your Majesty's pardon," began Mr. Bowles, doubtfully. "Do you call me Majesty? I repeat," said Auberon, firmly, "I am a representative of the press. I have chosen, with a deep sense of responsibility, the name of Pinker. I should desire a veil to be drawn over the past." "Very well, sir," said Mr. Bowles, with an air of submission, "in our eyes the sanctity of the press is at least as great as that of the throne. We desire nothing better than that our wrongs and our glories should be widely known. May I ask, Mr. Pinker, if you have any objection to being presented to the Provost and to General Turnbull?" "The Provost I have had the honour of meeting," said Auberon, easily. "We old journalists, you know, meet everybody. I should be most delighted to have the same honour again. General Turnbull, also, it would be a gratification to know. The younger men are so interesting. We of the old Fleet Street gang lose touch with them." "Will you be so good as to step this way?" said the leader of O company. "I am always good," said Mr. Pinker. "Lead on." CHAPTER III--_The Great Army of South Kensington_