Evening star., 1921-04-14
Bulldog Drumrrond
By CYRIL McNEIlE ('Sapper)
Novel of Mystery, Love and Adventure
BY CYRIL McNEILE ("S
Copyright. 1921 - George Il. CO..

| lightly. And very had for the diges-
! ton so early in the morning. My
regards to your charming daughter:
! also to him of the broken jaw. Snail
| We meet again Soon?'' He pa ;s,.,i "A
| the door and looked back.
| Peterson was still standing by the
table his face expressionless.
f., Very soon. indeed. young man." he
j said quietly. VERY soon indeed
| Hugh stepped out into the warm
! sunshine and spoke to his chauffeur.
! Take her out into the main road.
Jenkns.' 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 wick "ate
! that let to the Larches. Phyllis. The
! thought of her was singing in his
heart to the exclusion OF every hing
else. Just 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 Il sudden crashing in the
! underErowth, Jem Smith blundered
out into the path. His naturally rud-
/ dy face was white, and he stared
! round fearfully.
i "Gawd! sir" he cried. mind out.
/ Ave yer seen it?"
Seen what. Jem?" asked Drum
! mond
; That there brute 'E's escaped:
I and if e meets a stranger-' He
: left the sentence unfinished. and stood
listening. From somewhere behind
, the house came deep-throated.
sIarling roar: then the clang of a
! paddock shooting home in metal. fol-
! lowed by a series of heavy thuds as
/ il some big animal was hurting itself
+ against the bars of a cage.
! They've got it," muttered Jem.
mopping his brow.
| You seem to have a nice little
! crowd of pets about the house" re-
! the mans arm as he was about to
move off. What was that docile
creature we've just heard calling to
! its youngo"
The ex-pugilist looked at him sui
! lenly.
/ Never you mind. sir: it mt no
business of yours. An if was you,
wouldn't make it your business to
/, find out
| A moment later he had disappeared
| into the bushes and Drummond was
| left alone. Assuredly cheerful
! household, he reflected: just the spot
for rest-cure. Then he saw a fig
ure on the lawn of the next house
which banished everything else from
his mind; and opening the gate, he
walked eagerly towards Phyllis Benton.
! ton.
Il heard you were down here she
said gravely, holding out her hand to
him."I've been sick with anxiety ever
since father told me he'd seen you"
Hugh imprisoned the little hand in
his own huge ones. and smiled at the
girl.
II call that just sweet of you." he
! answered" Just sweet. Having
people worry about me is not much
in my line, but 1 think 1 rather like
it."
You're the most impossible per.
son." she remarked. releasing heI
hand. What sort of a night did you
have?"
Somewhat parti -colored." returned
Hugh lightly. Like the hoaryi old
curate's egg-calm in parts"
But why did you go at a1l?" she
cried. beating her hands together
Don't you realize that if anything
happens to you. 1 shall never forgive
myself"
The soldier smiled reassuringly.
Don't worry. little girl" he said
Years ago I was told by an old gyp-
sy that 1 should die in my bed Of ole
age and excessive consumption of in
valid port. As a matter of fact
the cause of my visit was rather hu.
morous. They abducted me in the
middle of the night, with an ex-sol-