New-York tribune., 1910-08-21
CHAPTER VIII.
Breakers Ahead

peare was certainly justified by current
events; for Dromio of Ephesus and Dromio
of Syracuse, to say nothing of their masters,
were no bad prototypes OF the chief actors
in this Bristol comedy.
SimmondS not knowing who might have
it in mind to investigate the latest defect IN
his car decided it would be wise to disappear
until Viscount Medenhan was well quit of
Bristol. BY arrangement with Dale, there
fore, he picked up the latter soon after the
Mercury was turned over to Medenham's
hands; in effect, one chauffeur took the
other on a bus drivers holiday Dale was
free until two O'Clock. At that hour he
would depart for Hereford and meet his
master, with arrangements made for the
night as usual; meanwhile, the days pro-
gram included pleasant little run 10 Bath
and back.
1t was a morning that tempted to the
road; but both men had risen early, and
pint of beer seemed to be an almost indiS-
pensable preliminary.
Dale, it will be remembered, was of sport
ing bent, and he told SimmondS gleefully of
his successful bet at EPSON
Five gOlCen quidlets his LOrdShIp showed
into me fist at Brighton" he chortled.
Have YOU met Smith, who is lOOkin' after
the Frenchman's Du Vallon? No? Well he
was there, an his goggles nearly cracked
when he saw the money paid-twO points
over the market price, an all.
Sometimes one spots a winner by
chanSt,' observed SimmOndS iudiCiallv
An that reminds me. Last night a fellow
tOle me there was a good thing at kemptOn
to-day. Now. what was it
Dale instantly became a lexicon of weird
sounding words; for the British turf is ex-
Ceedingly democratic in its pronunciation of
the classical and foreign names frequently
given to raCehOrseS. His stock of racing lore
was eked out by reference to local paper
Still Simmonds scratched an uncertain pate
PITY, tool' he said at last. This chap
had it from his nevvy, who married the Sis
ter of a houscnaid at Beckhampton"
Dale whistled. Here was news indeed
Beckhampton. the home of good things"l
q" Is that where it comes from?"
Yes Something real hot over a mile"
Cant you think? Let's look again at
the entries"
Wait a bit, cried Simmonds. I've got
it now. Second horse from the top of the
column in to-morrow's entries in vester-
days Sportsman.
Tell you wat" Dale suggested eagerly.
when YOU ready we'll lust run TO the
station an arsk the bookStall people for YES
terdays paper
The inquiry the search, the triumphant
discovery, the telegraphlng of the 'InfOrma-
ton ana sovereign to TOmkinSOn in Cav
endlSh Square, " five bob each way" for each
OF the two, all these things took time, and
time was very precious to Dale lust then.
DALE was about to seat himself beside
Simmonds, when an aStonished and
somewhat Irate old man hooked the handle
OF an umbrella into his collar and shouted:
Contound you, Dalel What are YOU do
ing here, and where is your mastcr?"
Dale tanned face grew pale. his ears and
eyes assumed the semblance of a scared rab-
bit $ ana the power OF speech positively
failed him.
DO you hear me, Dale?" cried the Earl.
that instant alighted from cab. Il am
asking You where Viscount Medenham is.
II ne mas gone TO town, why have YOU re-
manned in BRISTOL"
But hls Lordship hasn't gone to London,
my Lord suffered Dale, finding his voice
at last and far too fustcred to collect his
wits though he realized in a lazcd vav that