50 PRINCE PRIGIO.
" Don't know him," grunted the Firedrake.
" He sends you his glove," said Prince Prigio, "as a challenge to mortal combat, till death do you part."
Then he dropped his own glove into the ncry lake.
" Does he ? " yelled the Firedrake. " Just let me get at him ! " and he scrambled out, all red-hot as he was.
"I'll go and tell him you're coming," said the prince ; and with two strides he was over the frozen mountain of the Remora.