Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-11-12

worry ! will arrange a scenario about that fight
that will make your hair curl. Don't waste time
running risk every moment we delay. OF
course, you will say that stroled part of the way
with you and said goOd-by little while before you
heard the shots
Brading hurried off, and left to himself, the
American proceeded to arrange the battle-ground
scoring the earth it might be scored by the feet
of men engaged in deadly grapple, and crushing
down the softer vegetation. The only thing that
troubled his imagination was the state of his hands.
AS far he could Judge from his sensations, there
did not appear to be 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 a 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 twice when he caught sight of moving
light in the distance he shouted but evidently
unheard. There was 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
answered by quick rush through the under
growth, and the next moment Wilson the groom
kneeling his chest and yelling triumphantly:
I've got him, I've got himl
Let go, you b1ithering idiot" gasped Bradshaw,
tearing away the fingers striving to encrcle
his throat. "What in thunder do you think you
are playing at? l am Bradshaw"
Wilson Reered down at him, trying to pierce the
darkness, hut he did not relnquish his advantage.
g | want to be of that" his reply, uttered
with grim determination. Besides, if you
are Mr.. Bradshaw, what are you doing here at this
hour?"
The American was 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
Bradshaws palEd, blood-streaked countenance the
detective sprang forward with a well-smulated
expression of surprise. Wilson too released his
prisoner, when he it indeed the nephew of
Lord Arncliffe whom he had handled
enormously.
Good heavens! Mr. Bradshaw" cried Brading
with anxious solicitude ''What has happened to
your"
4 am not sure yet whether it was an earthquake
or a dynamite explosion answered the American,
rubbing his head ruefully 4 heard two three
shots fired shortly after parted. | ran back to-
ward the Hall to see what the trouble was. Then
| heard some making his way silently but
rapidly through the wood. Naturally enough, in
view of the shooting, | tried to stop him; but"
with a whimsical glance at his torn and blood
spattered clothes, 4 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
round Ny friend appears to have given
it to good and hard, and just at
III present | feel like walking on air"
He looked and felt really the verge
of collapse. 1t only by leaning
heavily the shoulders of Wilson and