New-York tribune., 1905-11-12

worry l will arrange scenario about that f5hg
that will make your hair curl. Don't waste time
we are running a risk every moment we delay. Of
course you will say that | strolled part OF the way
with you and SAID good-by little while before you
heard the shots.
Bradng hurried off, and left to himself. the
American proceeded to arrange the battle-gr1Ynd
scoring the earth it might be scored by the teet
of men engaged in deadly grapPe, and crushing
down the softer vegetation The only thing that
troubled his imagination the state OF his hands.
AS far as he could judge from his sensations there
did not appear to be an inch of skin left the
palms However, he must endeavOr not to let
them come into evidence. When at length he
thought his efforts had attained sufficient degree
of realism, he flung himself down and waited,
utterly exhausted. The fall from the tree had
shaken him badly, and the cut his forehead
had bed far more profusely than he had told
Brading.
Once or twice, when he caught sight of a moving
light in the distance, he shouted, but evidently
unheard. There nothing for it but to wait
until Brading reached the Hail. when the detective
might be trusted to engineer the search parties in
his direction.
At last There was the close sound of footsteps,
and Bradshaw, in accordance with the part he had
to play essayed feeble call for help. His appeal
was answered by quick rush through the under
growth and the next moment Wilson the groom
was kneeling his chest and yelling triumphantly:
I've got him, I've got hin!"
LET 60 you blithering idiotl' gasped Bradshaw,
tearing away the fingers striving to encircle
his throat. What in thunder do you think you
are playing at? l Bradshaw"
Wilson peered down at him, trying to pierce the
darkness but he did not relnquish his advantage
4 want to be of that, was his reply, uttered
with grim determination. Besides, even If you
are Mr. Bradshaw, what are you doing here at this
hour?"
The American spared any explanation by
the arrival on the scene of Brading, Harry Warren
and several servants carrying lanterns and armed
with miscellaneous weapons. As the light fell on
Bradshaw's palid, blood-streaked countenanCe, the
detective sprang forward with a welLsimulated
expression of surprise. Wilson too released his
prisoner when he saw it was indeed the nephew of
Lord Arncliffe whom he had handled uncer-
enormously.
Good heavens Mr.. Bradshaw" cried Bradlng
with anxious solicitude. "What has happened to
your"
Il am not sure yet whether it was an earthquake
or dynamite explosion answered the American,
rubbing his head ruefu1ly. Il heard two three
shots fired shortly after parted. l ran bacl, to-
ward the Hall to what the trouble Then
l heard making his way silently but
rapidly through the wood. Naturally enough, IN
view of the shooting, l tried to stop him; but
with a whimsical glance at his torn and blood
spattered Clothes Il think he must have regarded
my interference as impertinent. But do, for good
ness sake my dear fellow help me up to your rooms
and let me have wash and something to pull NE
rouad My friend appears to have given
it to me good and hard, and just at
y present 1 feel like walking air.
Il He looked and felt really on the verge
of collapse. 1t was only by leaning
heavily the shoulders of Wilson and
Brading that he able to walk the