The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-09

shepherd who urged him on, and 1t
 came to my mind immediately that
 these are bruteS who will follow to
 the end, and that nothing but blood
 will stop them.
 Woods, I remember, were raced
 through and spinneys passed, I struck
 a narrow lane, and leaped out of it
 again, so muddy it was, to climb an
 other hillside. There followed a great
 hole of the cliff-not unlike the fla
 nous Devils Dyke at Brighton, or that oti1ez hahttat!cn cf the evil ono above St. Mary's Lock in Bonnie ScotIand-and down this l reHed and slid like a boy who has io=I E4is e. bogE.n, 4at I h1l5T7 .s=:1.1 t-:5 1c5 | was close upon me now. Standing for an instant, l heard his heavy l breathing. We were at the bottom | of the hole, and beyond us for quite 1 a long way there was a level down l without trees or habituation. Faced the Bloodhound.
 was frightfuIly tired by this time 1 and my breath all gone. It had be- l come clear to me that I could not run much farther and that whatever was l to be done must be done then and | there. To let the hound come up 1 with me while l was lame with run | ming and staggering for want of 1 breath would have been a folly in
 deed, and so upon a. sudden tnspira- | ton 1 turned, and waited for him,
 crouching upon one knee like a marks l man of old time, and my revolver as l steady as a rock.
 1 Two hundred yards behind came l the numbering shepherd with a great 1Iy1 h tn hf | +T,c | hound which fascinated me. and l
 watched him as he criss-crossed upon | my track, his nostrils distented and
 his mouth appearing to be rubbing | the very grass.
 This very fact, I am sure, saved my l life. Bloodhounds go with heads bent | and with eyes that look only upon 1 the earth. The brute did not see me | even when he was ten yards away, | and, giving him five yards, I shot him 1 dead at the very first attempt. | have often thought that this was | the luckiest moment I have known since the war began. It may have been somewhat of fluke-possibly it was. Had I been upon my legs I do not think that I would have hit | the hound fatally, but, crouching upon the ground, got, as the Amer jeans say, a bead upon him, and the bullet simply shattered his skull. Not l a howl escaped him: he just swung 1 half-round, fell upon his side, and lay as dead as & well-shot peas | ant
 The man meanwhile, hearing the | revolver, stopped as though I also | had shot him. For a full minute. he | stood erect there upon the hillside: l then with a loud cry he turned and 1 ran back again as he had come. My 1 adventure was over, although I knew | it not. In an hour there was day light; in two I was knocking at the | the door of my hostel and trying to ! tell them about the cabman. Of course, the police were very | apoIogedc and equally apathetic. In 1 other words, they did nothing. I dc 1 not know to this day whether I was i mistaken for some one else at the i railway station or whether the Ger mans fancied I had valuable informa- | ton in my possession. The Knowledge 1 of certain affairs that were happen l ing upon that particular coast at that | particular moment has come to us
 but with these things I am not abIe i publicly to deal.
 r. It is quite clear to me, however | that there was a. gang of Germans l in the neighborhood; that they had expected somebody, whether myself l or another I cannot tell you, to ar 1 rive by that particular train; and | that. having picked me up, they de- | cided to despatch me first and inves 1 tigate my identity afterwards. This much alone is sure I did no, 1 finger to make further inquiries, 1