The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-01-09

and he Cape There. is little to fear" He shrugged disdainfully. "They must not stand in our way; they must not interfere" he vent on; and there was a flash in 6ark eyes that matched the callousness of his hard laugh.
 Jerry eyed him closely. Mike rais- ed his leoine head to stare at him, while Sam Goodall shot one swift glance in his direction.
 Tt is in your department, Guy. It is your affair."" the latter said short ly.
 And I'll answer to all of you for the affairs of my department. I am much in touch with Mafeking just now, particularly with Ferman FL wood"
 "Or his wife?" asked Jerry slyly. Reports reach even Sitlagoli.'
 Chalmer grinned consciously. He was in no way offended.
 "I knew her before Elwood mar ried her. Knew her in England- we'll. She's ripping"
 "So I've heard" And the traders deep eyes said no more.
 "She may be useful to us," Guy went on, with a self-satisffed grin. ''I see a lot of her-when Elwoods away from home. She married him for his money Doesn't care a d-n for him.
 What about EIwood?" asked Mike, reused to unusual interest by the sub ject of the discussion.
 Dead stuck on her." said Guy read fly.
 Poor devil,'' said Jerry, rising. He produced a bottle of Kango brandy and some glasses, and carefully meas ured out drinks. which he handed round to his companions.
 Here's to the lady, Chalmer," said Mike, grinning across from his bed, as he raised his glass for the toast. "I should say we may safely leave FL wood in your hands. May she prove a Delilah to his Samson
 And not Jael to your Sisera,' added Jerry quietly.
 You're all devilish cheerful. Why not my David to his Uriah?" laughed Guy.
 Sam Goodal1 alone had nothing to say. His cautious nature saw noth- ing that called for a ribald toast. He was a firm believer in Keeping women out of all hazardous undertakings. He was no adherent of the old form of knight errantry when love formed the principal basis of all conflict; he was the modern product Wealth and pow CT was his mistress. Love might be incident, but that was all. He knew the risk involved; in his exact man. ner he had weighed all possibiliti as, and his calculations admitted of no female element. So he dram his it. quor in silence, mad took no part in the laugh of the youthful giant on the bed.
  Chaimer rose from his seat and stretched himself.
 Mo-" he said, "I haven't forgotten Ferman Elwood, nor, in fact, any of the Mafeking folk. I give you my word they will be duly accounted for Remember, there is no telegraph north of Vryburg, and we control il there: We shall meet emergency as emergency arises, and our methods will be drastic, if necessary. I am going to Mafeking now. Have you a decent horse to lend me, Jerry?" But as Guy Chalmer rode off later gay, debonair, the most frankly care less leader possible to imagine, he was less easy than his manner suggested with, and was as little the real mar as we'll could be. He knew he was plunging for life and fortune with g borrowed stake; his life and fortune l-nothing else mattered with him; and when he permitted rimself reflection the game a little overwhelmed him Some men are like this. He was g man of impetuous action, ready, fear less to point. But he could not stand at the edge of an abyss and gaze at the depths into which he must plunge. He knew Ferman Fl wood better than his companions knew him, and the recollection of him had always hovered in the back of hi: thoughts like some unpleasant shad ow. That his fellow-schemers should consider this man an actual danger came unpleasantly to him now. While he travelled over the yellow sand-road towards Mafeking by way of Maritzani, there was another horse man making for Mafeking as tn, crow flies.
 It was Ferman Elwood. And h, had adopted the veldt because h. knew that Chalmer was in possession of the road, and he had no desir, just then to travel in his company.
 (To-day's Installment, Not Hithert, l Publfshed.) CHAPTER VI. sTanta' Tries to Put Things Right. There was an odour of newly bak ed bread pervading the house as Fer