“At last, Jemmy thought, you’re free of the prince! But he couldn’t resist a backward glance.
Prince Brat was standing in the center of the road. He’d dropped his load of driftwood and merely gazed at the receding coach.
Jemmy straightened, and folded his arms. The prince wasn’t his look out any longer.But he’d stood there like a wounded bird. Blast him! A prince hadn’t a cockeyed notion how to fend for himself.
‘Stop, Cap’n!’ Jemmy shouted. ‘We left me friend behind.’ ”