The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1921-09-23

an he loves II she wants him. AS h..
had dashed across the lawn to Tho
Films, with the Americans warning
cry echoing in his ears, he had been
incapable of serious thought. Subcon-
sclOusly he had known that, from ev-
cry point of view, 1t was the act Of q
mailman, that he was deliberately put
ting his head into what, in all prob
ability, was a carefully prepared
moose; that, from every point Of view,
he could help Phyllis better by re-
naming free agent outside. But
when girl shrleks, and the man who
loves her hears It. arguments begin
to look tired. And what little caution
might have remained to Hugh COM
pletely vanished as he saw the girl
watching him with agonlzed terror in
her face. from an upstair window, as
he dashed up to the house. 1t was
only for a brief second that he saw
her; then she disappeared suddenly,
as II snatched away by some invisible
person.
I'm coming, darling" He had given
one wild shout, and hurled himself
through the door which led into the
house from the garden. A dazzling
light of intense brilliance had shone
in his face, momentarily binding him |;
then had come a crushing blow on the
back Of his head. One cropping, wild
step forward. and Hugh Drummond,
dimly conscious of men all round him,
had pitched forward on his face into
utter oblivion.
ITS too easy" Lakington's sheer
ing voice broke the silence, as he
looked vindictively at the unconscious
man.
$50 you have thought before,
Henry" chuckled Peterson. "And he
always hobs up somehow. II you take
my advice you'll finish him off here
and now, and run no further risks"
XIII him while he's unconseiousT
Lakington laughed evilly. mo, Carl,
not under any circumstances what.
ever. He has quite lengthy score
to pay, and by God ! he's going to pay
1t this time" He stepped forward
and kicked Drummond twice In the
ribs with a cold, animal fury.
"Well, don't kick him when he's
down, guv'nor. You'll ave plenty O.
time AFTER" A hoarse voice from the
circle of men made Lexington look up.
"You cut 1t out Jem Smith," he
snarled, "or I might find plenty Of
time after for others beside this young
swine" The ex-pugilist muttered un-i
easily under his breath. but said no
more, and 1t was Peterson who broke
the silence.
"Whst are you going to do with
hImT
Lash him up like the other two"
returned darlington, "and leave him
to cool until l get back tomorrow.
But I'll bring him round before I go.
and just talk to him for little. I
wouldn't like him not to know what
was going to happen to him. Antic-
ipation is always delightful" He
turned to two Of the men standing
near. Garry him into my ROOM" he
ordered, "and another Of you get the
rope"
And so 1t was that Algy Longworth
and Toby Sinclair, with black rage
and fury in their hearts, watched the
limp form of their leader being car
ried into the central room. Swathed
In rope, they sat motlonless and i'm
potent, In their respective chairs,
while they watched the same process
being performed on Drummond. He
was no amateur at the game, was the
rope-winder, and by the time he had
finished. Hugh resembled nothing SO
much as a lifeless brown mummy.
Only his head was free, and that lolled
forward helplessly.
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for time; then, wearying Of II, he
strolled over to Algy's chair.
"Well, you puppy" he remarked,
ARE you going to try shouting againf"
He picked up the rhinoceros-hide rid
lng-whip lying on the floor, and
bent 1t between his hands. "That
vale on your face greatly improves
your beauty. and next time you'll get
two. and a gag as WELL"
"How's the jaw, you horrible bit Of
dregr remarked Algy insultingly. and
Toby laughed.
Don't shake his nerve, Algy," he
implored. For the first time In his
filthy life he feels safe In the same
room as Hugh"
The taunt seemed to madden LAX
ington, who sprang across the room
and dashed Sinclair over the face. But
even after the sixth cut no sound came
from the helpless man. though the
blood was streaming down Inside his
collar. His eyes, calm and sneering,
met those of the raving man In front
Of him without culver. and, at last,
Peterson himself interviewed.
CTo BE coNTINUED.)