The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-06-05

herds or gamekeepers.
 They halloed at the sight of me, and I waved my hand. Two dived into the glen and began to climb my ridge, while the others kept their own side of the hill. I felt as if I were taking part in a schoolboy game of hare and hounds.
 But very soon it began to seem less of game Those fellows behind were hefty men on their native heath. Look ing back saw that only three were following direct, and I guessed that the others had fetched circuit to cut me off.
 My lack of local knowledge might very well be my undoing, and I re- solved to get out of this tangle of glens to the pocket of moor I had seen from the tops. I must so increase my dis tance as to get clear away from them, and I believed I could do this if could find the right ground for it. If there had been cover I would have tried a bit of stalking, but on these bare slopes you could see a fly naile of
 My hope must be in the length of my legs and the soundness of my wind, but I needed easier ground for that, for I was not bred a mountaineer. How I longed for 8 good Africander pony!
 put on great spQrt and got off my ridge and down into the moor before any figures appeared on the s--y line be- hind me. crossed a burn and came out on a highroad which made a pass between two gfens.
 All in front of me was big field Of heather sloping up to a crest which was crowned with an odd feather of trees.
 In the dike by the roadside was a gate, from which a grass grown track led over the first wave of the moor. jumped the dike and followed it, and after few hundred yards-as soon as it was out of sight Of the highway the grass stopped and @ became very respectable road, which was evidently kept with some care.
 Clearly it ran to Q house, and be- gan to think of doing the same. Hfth- erto my ecck had held, and it might be that my best chance would be found in this remote dwelling. Anyhow, there were trees there-and that meant cover.
 I did not follow the road, but the burnside which Ganked it on the right, where the bracken grew deep and the
  was well did so, for no sooner had I gained the hollow than, looking back, I saw the pursuit topping the ridge from which I had descended.
 After that did not look back. Ihad no time I ran up the burnside, crawl ing over the open places and for a large part wading in the shallow stream. I found deserted cottage with row <f efo ExS grown garden.
 Then I was among young hay and very soon had come to the edge of a plantation of windblown frs. From there I saw the chimneys of the house smoke a few hundred yards to my left.
 I forsook the, burnside, crossed an other dfke and almost before I knew was on a rough lawn. A glance back told me that I was well out of sight of the pursuit. which had not yet passed the first lift of the moor.
 The lawn was a very rough place, cut with scythe instead of a mower and planted with beds of scrubby rho dodendrons. A brace of black game, which are not usually garden birds, rose at my approach The house be fore me was the ordinary moorland kind, with a more pretentious white washed wing added. Attached to this wing was glass veranda, and through the glass I saw the face of an elderly gentleman meekly watching me-
 I stalked over the border of coarse hill gravel and entered the open ve- randa door.
 Within was a pleasant room, glass on one side and on the other a mass of books. More books showed in an in ner room. On the floor, instead o1 tables, stood cases such as you see ir a museum, filled with coins and queer stone implements. There was a knee hole desk in the middle, and seated al it, with some papers and open volumes before him, was the benevolent o16 gentleman. His face was round and shiny, like MT. Pickwick's, big glasses /! stuck on the end of his nose, and the top of his head was as bright and bart ! as a glass bottle.
 He never moved when entered, bu raised his placid eyebrows and waited on me to speak.
 ] It was not an easy job, with abou ] five minutes to spare, to tell stranger who was and what I wanted and to l win his aid I did not attempt it There was something about the eye O the man before something sc keen and knowledgeab ble-that I could not find a word. I simply stared a i him and stuttered.
 'You seem in a hurry, Eny friend" h, l said slowly.
 nodded toward the glass. It gave prospect across the moor through a gal l in the plantation and revealed certain | figures half a mile off stragglins ] through the heather.
 s.Ah, I see,'' he said and took up