Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-05-10
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Il nave feW remarks OF my own TO
make" he answered, land then, we
might: consider the Interview closed. L
ask nothing better than that the gloves
should be off-though with your filthy,
methods of fightlng,' anything you;
touch will get very. dirty. As you
/ say, I ain completely in the dark as to-
your plans; but have pretty shreWd
idea what I'm up against. Men who
can employ thumbscrew on O poor
defenseless' brute seem to me to be-
several degrees worse than an aborigi-
nal cannibal, and therefore If I put
you down as one Of the lowest types,
Of degraded criminal shall mot be-
very wide Of the mark. There's" no
good you snarling' at me, you swine;
It does everybody good to hear some
home truths-and don't forget 1t was
you who pulled Off the gloves"
Drummond lit cigarette; then his
merciless' eyes fixed themselves again
ons Peterson:
"There is only one thing more he
continued "You have kindly warned
me of my danger; let me give you q
word Of advice in my turn. I'm going;
to fight you; If I can, I'm going to:
beat you. Anything that may happen
to me is part of the game. But If
anything happens to Miss Benton dur,
ing the course Of operations, then as;
surely as there Is God above, Peter.
son, III get Mt you somehow and muir
der you with my own hands, -"
For a few moments there was 81
lence;; and then with short laugh
Drummond turned away. "Shall We
! meetra again soon?" He paused at the
! door and looked back.
Peterson was still standing by the
table, his face expressionless. Every
soon, indeed, young man." he said
quietly. Every soon indeed. ="
Hugh stepped out into the warm
sunshine and spoke to his chauffeur.
"Take her out into the main road,
Jenkins" he said, "and wait for me
outside the entrance to the next house.
shan't be long"
Then he strolled through the gar
den toward the little wicket-gate
that led to The Larches. Phyllis!
The thought Of her was singing in his
heart to the exclusion Of everything
else. Just q few minutes with her;
just the touch of her hand, the faint
smell Of the scent she used-and then
back to- the game.
He had almost reached the gate,
when, with sudden crashing In the
underground, Jem Smith blundered out
into the path. His naturally ruddy
face was white, and he stared round
fearfully.
"Gawd! sir" he cried, mind out.
Ave yer seen it,"
"Seen what, Jem?" asked Drum
mond.
"That there brute. 'E's escaped;
! and If e meets a stranger" He
left the sentence unfinished, and
stood listening. From somewhere
behind the house came deep
throated, snarling roar; then the
clang Of a. paddock shooting home In
metal, followed by, a series Of heavy
thuds as If some big animal was hurl-
Ing itself against the bars Of cage.
I "They've got It," muttered Jem.
"You seem to have nice little
crowd ct pets about the house." re-
marked Drummond, putting hand on
the mans arm as he was about to
move off. what was that docile
creature we've just heard calling to
its youpg?"
The ex-pugilist looked at him sui
lenTy.
"Never you mind, sir; it amt no
business Of yours. An If was you,
T wouldn't make It your business to
find out"
A moment later he had disappeared
into the bushes. and Drummond was
left alone. Asauredly cheerful
household, he reflected; just the spot
for a rest-cure. Then he saw figure
on the lawn Of the next house which
banIshed everything else from his
mind; and opening the gate, he walked
eagerly toward Phyllis Benton.