Inexpressible prostration overpowered the fugitives, checked on the highway by a danger they could not measure.
"Sire," said Isidore, the first to shake it off; "dead or living, let us not think of our brother, but of your Majesty. There is not an instant to lose. These fellows must know the Monarch Hotel; so, gallop to the Grand Monarch!"
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