Arizona republican., 1911-12-21

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 washed. brushed. and beautiful. were
 carried to the faithful Ellen; and in
 the afternoon the Twins again rode into Rowington and returned with an other six shillings They did not come straight home. In the bicycle-basket
 of the Terror was a pound of raisins
 three miles out of ROwingtOn was a
 small clump of trees on hill. At the foot of the hill hundred yards below
 the clump lay Great Deeping Wood,
 acre upon acre. It had lately passed, along with the rest of the Great Deep ing estate.S into the hands of MT. Darcy ROsenheimer, pudding-faced.
 but staunch. young Briton Of the old POmeranian strain. He was not loved
 in the county. even ny landed proprie- he cherished the laudable ambition of having the finest pheasant shoot in England. and was on the way to real ize it. he did not invite his neighbOrs to help shoot them. His friends came wholly from the Polite World which so adOrns the Illustrated Weeklies. It was in the deep December dusk that the Twins came to the clump on the hill. The Terror lifted their bicycles over the gate and set them behind the hedge Leaving Erebus to keep watch. he stole down the hedge to the clunp crawled through gap into it. and walked through it. One pheasant scuttled out of it. down the hedge-row to the wood below. The occurrence pleased him. He crawled out of the clump on the farther side. and pro ceeded to lay a train of raisins down the ditch of the hedge tO the wood. He did not lay it right down to tho wood lest some inquisitivc gamekeeper might espy it. Then he returned with fine. red-lndian caution. to Erehus They rode home well content. Next evening with another bag of raisins. they sought the clump again. Again the Terror laid a trail of rslsins along the ditch from the wood to the clump. But this evening he set a snare in the hedge of the clump just about the end If the ditch. The next evening hc took from that snare a plump. but Sa cred. bird. Half an hour later he sold it to the cook of Mrs. Blcn,;insOp for half-a-crown.
 The next day he made a careful ex- ploratiOn of the clump at the hour when game-keeperS eat their dinner. and set two snareS in manifest pheas- ant-runs. Tho next evening he sold pheasant to the cook of Mrs. Blenkin- son and another to the cook of MT. taIl either of them not to tell anyone that he was the vendor. Phcasants at half- a-crown each are rot SO easily come by that one talks about them.
 Encouraged by success and seven ana sixpcnoe. the Terror found other likely places in which to set snarcs. I1e found none so good as tho clump on the hill: but they served. PheaSants flowed in: and Fur Stole came nearer and nearer.
 Then came trouble; and it came from snare in tho corner Gf Great Deeping Wood. The Twins and their young friend Virgins were riding along the road which cuts the wood in half early in the afternoon and it oc- cItrred to the Terror that instead of waiting for the favOrinc dusk. hc might as well examine the snare then and save himself another journey. It was risk no experienced pOacher would have taken: hut old heads. alas, do not grow on young shoulders. Ere bus rode on up the road to keep a look out ahead The Terror slipped off his bicycle and so did Virgins. Wiggins held the two bicycles. The Terror lis hn still in it- winter silence. He slipped through the hedge into it and presently came back bringing with him very nice yourg pheasant indeed IT, put it into the basket of his bicyCte. and mounted. They had barely started when a keeper sp.ang out Of the hedge forty yards ahead. and came r'Inning to- wards them. There was neither room nor time to- run. They rode on; and the keeper made for the Terror. The Terror swerved: and the keeper swerved. Wiggins ran bang into the keeper; and they came to the ground together as the Terror shot ahead as hard as he could go.
 He caught up with Erebus: and his cry of Keeper" set her racing beside him: hut both of them kept looking back for Wiggins: and presently. when no wiggins appeared. with one accord they slowed down and stopped.
 ''The keepers got him. This is mess. .'' said the Terror, panting little from their squirt.
 If only 1t had been one of us." cried Erebus 'Whatever are we to do?"
 If that beastly keeper hadn't seen me with the pheasant. I'd have got him away somehow said the Terror. But. as 1t is. it's me they really want: and I'd get fined to a dead certainty. Come on. let's go back and see what's happened to him. You scout on ahead"
 All right" said Erebus mounting.
 She rode back through the wood slowly. her keen eyes straining for a sign of an ambush. The Terror fol lowed her at a distance of sixty yards, ready to jump off. turn his machine. and fly. should she give the alarm. They got no sight of Wiggins till they came. just beyond the end of the wood, to the lodges of Deeping Park: then halfway up the drive. they saw the
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