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the Colonel,” Rudolph remarked, as he accompanied Mark and the Lady along the path a few yards behind the advance party. “His manner is abrupt, but he acts always with my best interests at heart.”
    â€œWhy sure,” the blond giant replied, watching as von Farlenheim led the three sailors over a fair-sized tree trunk which had fallen across the trail. “He strikes me as being a right good man to have at your back.”
    â€œHe’s all of that,” Rudolph declared, glancing over his shoulder to where Liebenfrau was following with Baron von Goeringwald. Then he indicated the dense woodland on either side of the trail. “Is this the kind of country we’ll be hunting in?”
    â€œNope,” Mark answered. “We’ll be taking you to more open woods further inland, the sport’ll be better there.”
    â€œDid you select the landing place, Mr. Counter?” the Lady inquired.
    â€œNo, ma’am,” the blond giant admitted. “Why?”
    â€œNobody in the steam-sloop knew about it,” the young woman explained, gazing into the big Texan’s handsome face as if trying to read the thoughts behind it. “But I have the feeling that this isn’t the first time people—or goods—have been landed here.”
    â€œIt isn’t,” Mark conceded. “Way I heard it, cargoes used to be dropped off here after they’d been run through the Yankee blockade during the war.”
    â€œOnly during the war?” the Lady challenged, with a smile.
    â€œThere’d be no call to run a blockade when onewasn’t being imposed,” Mark pointed out, also with a smile.
    â€œIt would be a jolly useful place for smugglers to land contraband, though,” the Lady commented. “If you have such things in America, that is.”
    â€œI’ve heard tell of them,” Mark drawled, but had no intention of betraying a confidence by telling who had selected the landing place.
    â€œThe reef looks to be unbroken from out at sea,” the Lady continued, hoping to satisfy more than a casual interest by keeping the blond giant talking. She sensed that he had misgivings where she was concerned and waited to learn what was causing them. “Unless one knew the secret—”
    While the discussion had been taking place, Rudolph had drawn slightly ahead of the Lady and the blond giant. Reaching the fallen tree, he noticed that the advance guard were turning a bend and had gained almost thirty yards lead on them. Then, as he stepped on to the fallen tree’s trunk, a figure erupted from among the bushes and alighted, drawing two long-barrelled Colt 1860 Army revolvers in a lightning fast motion, not twenty feet in front of him.

Chapter 4
WE DON’T NEED “CLINT” TO KILL RUDOLPH
    â€œS IX HUNDRED DOLLARS !” A LEX VON FARLENHEIM barked in explosive German, glaring across the table at his companion and speaking loudly enough to make the other dozen occupants of the Portside Hotel’s dining room look in their direction. “You gave ‘Breakast’ six hundred dollars as an advance payment?”
    Despite realizing that the successful outcome of the assassination plot depended upon working in close conjunction with the young Bosgravnian, but yet ever intolerant when her actions were questioned by somebody she regarded as being of inferior status, a frown briefly creased the beautifulfeatures of Charlene, Comtesse de Petain. Coming and going swiftly, but not unnoticed, it served as a warning—although he needed none—of the hardness that lay beneath the expression of the somehow seductive innocence which returned and supplied a clue to her true, ruthless nature.
    Slightly over five foot seven in height, Charlene’s creamy-skinned face and the firm-fleshed “hourglass” contours of her statuesque figure made her seem considerably younger than her actual age of thirty-five. Nor could the