Los Angeles herald., 1910-07-17
BY FRANK sAVILE
kkTIl AXE you with mel" challenged
Carthew, lieutenant of police,

PO(sNSSO
we were at Heidelberg together" he
submitted.
The other frowned. This was not
the issue for which he had elaborated
a repartee.
IF you'd given me any gas about
the community of Anglo-Saxon inter-
ests in confronting the problems OF
the east I'd have slugged you In the
eye!" he deposed.
"Of course!" agreed Gilforth, suave-
ly. "Why not?"
"You come out here-you British
be-trotters," went on the lieutenant,
swaying with indignation, land you
strut round us! While your own mis-
management of half a hundred terri
tories, sneaked from people fifty times
worthier than yourselves, is notorious,
you presume to give advice to us-to
us!"
"Never!" contradicted Gilforth, con-
fdently 1--WE shouldn't dream of it'll"
His companion thumped the table.
II tell you there was a man here
last month-a ruffian who'd grown
gray in robbery and despotism in
Bengal"
Must have been mad!" interrupted
Gilforth, propitiatingly Have a ci-
gar?"
He pushed his case under his de-
nouncer'S nose.
Carthew smelled, selected, crackled
and finally lit one. His features re-
laXed.
"Cubas?" he unused, doubtfully,
shooting the smoke through his nos
trils.
"Cubas," assented Gllforth. 1--WE
got three boxes"
"I haven't smoked a Cuba in six
goddess months" admitted the lieuten-
ant.
Gilforth nodded. "Three boxes?" he
murmured. 81 won't swear there aren't
four"
The other stared at him with sus-
picion. Throughout another minute he
smoked on in a silence toward which
Gilforth maintained an attitude of
servile expectancy.
VERY WE'LL" said Carthew, suddenly.
You can come-on two conditions: You
bring your cigars and you act as cook.
I've no use for drones in this hive"
IT'S go!'' said Gilforth. when do
we start?"
you'll be a menial," emphasized his
friend. General kick catcher to the
company-rank with a Chinese"
"There'll always be the cigars in the
background" said the Marquis of Gill
forth. "Shall I report to the sergeant?"
VERY WE'LL" said the lieutenant, surli-
ly turning to his quarters. 'Thatll be
the first kick"
But Gilforth knew better He had
reached Devon only forty-eight hours
before, but he had nothing to regret
in his dealings with the men at arms
therein. 1t was true that within five
minutes of his appearance at All Sins
canteen he had been christened the
prince of Wales"
1t was an undoubted fact that he
had been condemned to sing the Dec
laraton of Independence" to the tune
of &C cd Save the King" or drink
tumbler of brine and whisky. He had
done neither. An impromptu boxing
match with Bud Car, the company
heavy weight, had been received as a
popular alternative. He had not licked
Bud, but the spectators had broken
the ring at the seventeenth round with
a unanimous verdict of draw, while
his antagonist had offered him unaf-
fected esteem. The lieutenant, in the
heights of his official position, knew
none of these things.
After breakfast the next morning Gill
forth disappeared to make a few SIM
pie preparations. At the muster he
slipped quietly into position at the
end of a file, bearing saucepan at the
slant.
A smile split the company edgeways.
The officer declined to be amused
Sergeant" he commanded. ARREST
that mani"
Sergeant Hooker affected bewilder-
ment (Which, sir?" he asked mildly.
"Rear rank man, first from the left
the foreigner" said the lieutenant, vim
dictively. The sergeant ventured on
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