50 PRINCE PRIGIO.

 

“ Don’t know him,” grunted the Firedrake.

“* He sends you his glove,” said Prince Prigio,
“asa Crane to mortal combat, till death do
you part.”

Then he dropped his own glove into the fiery
lake.

** Does he?” yelled the Firedrake. ‘“‘ Just let
me get at him!” and he scrambled out, all red-
hot as he was.

*‘T’ll go and tell him you’re coming,” said
the prince; and with two strides he was over
the frozen mountain of the Remora.