The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1921-08-05

ceIned. over tnat drunken RhSLer-neT
father, She asked you to help her.
you agreed. and, amazing though It
may seem, up to now you have scored
certain measure Of success i adj
init II, and | admire you for II. /
apologize now for having played the
fool with you last night; you're. the
type Of nam whom one should kill out.
right-or leave alone" eayaEs.fs
He setldOwn his coffee cup and care
fully shipped the end on a cigar.
~Ycu are also the type Of man who
win continue on the path he has start
ed, You are completely in the dark !;
you have no, idea whatever what, you
are up against" He smiled. grtmIy,
and turned abruptly on Hugh AYou
fool--yOa stupid young fool. Do you
really imagine that yod can beat nei'
The soldier rose and stood In front
OF him. 20 .~' $500 aGa 5tis {fa fN
II have q few remarks Of my own to
make" he answered, "and then we
might consider the interview closed. I
ask nothing better than that the gloves
should be oft-though with yeur flthy
methods Of fighting, anything you
touch will get very dirty. As you
say, am completely in the dark as to
your plans; but have a pretty shrewd
idea what I'm up against. Men who
can employ q thumbscrew on a poor
defenseless brute seem to me TO be
several degrees worse than an aborigi-
nal cannibal, and therefore II put
you down as one OF the lowest types
Of degraded criminal shall not be
very wide Of the mark. There's no
good you snarling at me, you swine
1t does everybody good to hear some
home truths-and don't forget 1t was
you who pulled of the gloves"
Drummond lit cigarette; then his
merciless eyes fixed themselves again.
on 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; II I can, I'm going to,
beat you. Anything that may happen
to me Is part Of the game. But II
anything happens to Miss Benton dur
Ing the course Of operations, then, as
surely as there Is q. God above, Peter
son. I'll get at you somehow and muir.
der you with my own hands, Z
For q few moments there was 81,
lence, and then with q short laugh.
Drummbnd turned away. "Shall we
meet again soonT He paused at the
door and looked back 49,
Peterson was still! standing by the
table, bis face expressionless. Every
soon, Indeed, young, man" he said
Quietlyg "very soon indeed 49,"
Hugh stepped out into the warm
sunshine and spoke to his chauffeur.
stake her out into the main road,
Jenkins" he said. 'andl wait for me
outside the entrance to the next house.
! shan't- be long," -,--------.--.---4--
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 a 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 Numbered out
into the path. His naturally rudy
face was white, and he stared round
fearfully.
"Gawdl sir" he cried, mind out.
Ave yer seen itf'
"Seen what, JemT asked Drum
mond.
"That there brute. Els escaped;
and If e meets 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 series Of heavy
thuds as II some big animal was hurl-
ing itself against tie bars Of cage.
They've got IT," muttered Jem.
"You seem to have. nice little
crowd Of pets about the house." re-
marked Drummond, putting a hand on
the mans arm as he was about to
move of. 4 what was that docile
creature we've just heard calling to
ITS young"
, The ex-pugilist looked at him sui
lenly. r essgl
"Never you mind, sir; II amt no
business of yours. An II I was you,
/ wouldn't make 1t your business to .
find out"
A moment later he had disappeared |
into tine bushes. and Drummond was |
left alone. Assuredly cheerful |
he reflected; Just the spot |
for a rest-cure. Then he saw a 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.