March 27, 1004.
THE ILLUSTKATKll IUSE.
13
where I want to go, nnd ho could give itw
a cast. Vou remember what Tomoa Castro
said."
Rookshy came to a suddon halt, and be
gan furiously to switch his corded logs.
"Curse Carlos, and his . Castro, too.
They'll have me in lull betwixt them.
They're both in my red barn, It you want
their direction. "
He hurried on euddenly up the hill, leav
ing me gazing upwards at him. When I
caught him up he was swearlng-as one
did In those days nnd stamping his foot
In the middle of the road.
"I tell you," he said violently, "It's the
roost accursed business! That Castro, with
his Cuba, is nothing but a blasted buc
caneer and Carlos is no better.
They go to Liverpool for a passage to
Jamaica, and see what comes of it!"
It seems that on LJverpool docks, in the
owl tight, they fell in with an elderly
hunks who had just returned from West
Indies, who asks the time at the door of
a shipping Rtfent. Castro pulls out a
watch, and the old fellow Jumps on it,
vows It is his own, taken from him years
before by some picaroons on his outward
voyage. Out from the agent's comes an
other and swears that Castro Is one of the
eelf-samc crow. He himself purported to
be the master of the very ship. After
wardin the solitary dusk among the
ropes nnd bales there had evidently been
some play with knives, nnd it ended with
a flight to London, nnd then down to
Kooksby's red barn, with the runners In
full cry after them.
"Think of it," Rookshy said, "and me
a Justice and oh, It drives mo wild, this
lhole"-and-corner work! There's a filthy
muddle with the free traders a whistle
to blow after dark at the quarry. Tonight
of all nights, and me a Justice and as
good as a married man!"
I looked at him wonderingly In the dusk;
his high coat collar almost hid his face,
and his hat was pressed down over his
eyes. The thing seemed incredible to me.
Here was an adventure, and I was
shocked to sec that Kooksby was in a
pitiable state about it.
He seemed ready to tear his hair, and
then I put In my say. Ife needed a littla
persuasion, though, in spite of Veronica.
I should have to meet Carlos Riego and
Castro in a little firwood above the quarry,
in half an hour's time. AH 1 hud to do
was to whistle three bars of "Ullihullero,"
as a signal. A connection had already
been arranged with the free traders on
the road and they were coming down that
night, as we knew will enough. They
were coming In force from Cantebury
way down to the Marsh. It had cost
Ralph a pretty penny; but onco in the
hands of the smugglers, his cousin and
Castro would be safe enough from the
runners; it would have needed .a troop
of horse to take them. A bout was to take
them out into the bay, where an outward
bound West Indiaman would pick them up.
Finally Ralph settled it; and I embarked
n a long adver.lure.
CHARTER II.
Between moonrhse and sunset I was
tumbling through the bracken of the little
copse that wus like a tuft of hair on the
brow of the great while quarry. I made the
circuit of the copse, whistling softly my
three bars of "Ullibullcro." Then 1 plunged
into it.
My pulse was dancing with delight my
heart, too. It was like a game of hlde-and-seck,
and yet it was life at last.
I moved forward again, getting back to
ward the road I Nhought I caught the out
lines of a man's ha down among the tos
sing lints of the bracken. I whispered
loudly:
"Carlos! Carlos!"
A shaft of blazing yellow light darted
from the level of the ground Into my daied
eyes. A man sprang at me and thrust
something cold and knobby into my neck
cloth. The light continued to blaze Into
my eyes; it moved upward and phone on a
red wlstcoat dashed with gilt buttons. I
was being arrested. . . . "In the klng'4
name. ..." A hand wus clutching my
windpipe.
"Don't you fo much as squeak, Mr. Cas
tro." a voire whispered in my ear.
The lanthorn light suddenly died ou and
I heard whispers.
"Ciet him out on to 1he rood. . . . I'll
tackle the other . . . Darbies. . , .
Wind his knife".
From far abovo u came n shout, then a
ronfused noise of voltes. The moon began
to get up; above the cutting the clouds had
a fringe of sudden silver. A horseman,
cloaked nnd muffled to the ears, trotted
warily toward us.
"What's up?" he hailed from a matter of
ten yards. "What ere you showing that
glim for? Anvthlng wrong Iie'ow?-'
The runni rs kept tilence; we heard th
clic k of a pistol lock.
"In the king's mmr-." I.IUywhlte shnulpj,
"get oT that nag nnd lend a hand! We've
a prisoner."
The horser?an give an incredulous whistl
and then hctan to shout, his voice winding
mournfully uphill, "HU'.o' llllo o n." An
echo stole t a k. "Hallo! Hallo oo"; then
a number of voices. The horse stood,
dmoplrif his bend, nnd the man turned In
Ills siddie. "Rnnnrrs," he should!. "Row
street runners! Come along, come alons,
boys! We'll roast 'em. . . . Runners!
Runners!"
The sounJ of heavy horses at a jolting
trot came to our ears.
"We're In for It." Lillywhlle grunted,
"D n this county of Kent.'
Thomas never loosened his hold on my
collar. At the steep of the hill the men
nnd horses came Into sight against the
white sky, a confused crowd of ominous
things.
"Turn that lanthorn off'n me," the horse
man said. "Don't you see you frighten
my horse? Now hoys, get round them"
The great horses formed an irregular
half-circle round us; men descended clum
sily, like sacks of corn. The lanthorn was
seized and Hashed upon us; there was a
confused hubbub. I caught my own name,
"Yes, I'm Kemp John Kemp," 1 cul'el.
"I'm true blue."
The horseman rode up to me and caught
mo by the collar.
"Hold your tongue," he said roughly.
He began to make a set speech, anathena
ttzlng runneri. He moved to tie our fret,
and hang up by our linger nulls over the
quarry edge.
"Ullndfold "em lads," he cried, and
turned me sharply round.
"Don't struggle," he whist ered In my
ear; his silk handkerchief came cool across
my eyelids. I felt hunds fumbling with a
knot at the back of my head. "You're all
right," he said again. The hubbub of
voices ceased suddenly. "Now lads, bring
'em ulong."
A voice I knew said their watchword,
"Snuff and enough," loudly, and Uien,
"What's agate?"
Someone else answered, "It's Rookshy,
it's Sir Ralph."
The voice Interrupted sharply, "No
names, now. I don't want hanging." The
hand left my arm; there wus a pause in
the motion of the procession. I caught
a moment's sound of whispering. Thou a
new voice cried, "Strip the runners to tlio
shirt. Strip 'em. That's It." I heard rome
groans and a cry, "Vou won't murder us."
Then a nasal drawl. "We will surely."
Someone else, Rangsley, I think, called,
"Rring 'em along this way now.'
After a period of turmoil we sepmed to
come out of the crowd upon a very rough,
descending path; Rangsley had called out,
"Now, then, the rest of you be off; we've
got enough here;" and the hoofs of heavy
horses sounded again. Then we came to a
halt, and Rangsley called sharply from
close to me:
"Now, you runners and you, John Kemp
here you be on the brink of eternity
above the old quarry. There's a sheer drop
of 1K) feet. We'll tie your legs and hang
you by your fingers. If you hang long
enough, you'll have time to say your pray
ers. Ixxric alive, lads!"
I heard groans and curses, and began to
shiut for help. My voice came back in
an echo, despairingly. Suddenly 1 was
dragged backward, and the bundage pulled
from my eyes.
"Come along," Rangsley said, leading me
gently enough to the road, which was five
steps behind. "It's all a Joke," ho snarled.
"A pretty bad one for those catchpolls.
Hear 'em groan. The drop's not two feet."
We made a few imces down the road;
the pitiful voices of the runners crying for
help came plainly to my ears.
"You they aren't murdtrlng them?" I
asked.
"No, no," ho answered. "Can't afford to.
Wish we could; but they'd make It hot
for us."
Wo began to descend the hill. From the
quarry a voice shrieked:
"Help help for the love of God-I
Can't"
There was a grunt and the sound of n
fall; then a precisely similar sequence of
Bounds.
"That'll teach 'em," Rangsley said fero
ciously. "Come along-they've only rolled
down a bank. They weren't over the quarry.
It's all right, I swear It Is."
somebody's exculpating himself to me.
Ralph, after having egged me on. In the
intention of staying at heme, had had
qualms of conscience nnd had come to tint
quarry. It' was he who hail cried tlio
watchwotd, ' Snuff and enough." and who
had held the whispered consultation. Car
los and Castro had waited In their hiding
place, having been spectators of the ar
rival of the runners and of my capture.
"I'm sorry." Ralph began again. "I'm
miserably serty I got you Into this scrape.
I swear I wouldn't have had it happen, not
for a thousand pounds- not for ten."
"It doesn't matter." 1 said cheerfully.
"Ah, but.'' Km.ki'hy. said. "nou'II have to
leave the country for a time. 1'ntil 1 can
arrange. 1 will. You can trust me."
"Oh. he'll have to leave the country, for
sure." Rangsley said Jovially. "If be wants
live it down. There's tlvc-nnu icriy
they darsent
to
u.:, mints out against me-but
serve 'em. Hut he's not me."
"Let him come with us," the musical
voice of Carlos came through the mist In
front of us. "lie shall sc the world a
little."
"For God's sake, hold vour tongue!"
Ralph answered him. "There's mischief
enough. He shall go to Franco."
I beget d and imph'tod blin; It seemed
that now then wa'i chance for me to find
my world of romance. And Italph did hl.
best fur me: he borrowed a good number of
guineas from Rangsley, who traveled with
a 1 ng of them at his saddle-lMiw. ready to
pay his men their 7 shillings a In ltd for the
run.
Ralph remembered, too or I remembered
for him that lie had estates anil an agent
In Jamaica, anil he turned Into the big Inn
at the junction of the London road to write
a letter to his agent bidding him house me
nnd employ me as hii improver.
"Oh, it s all right." I said. "It's line-It's
fine. I'd have given ') guineas for this
chance this mornlng-and Italph, I say, you
riage license Is looking for trouble.
Too many pi ople are anxious to furnish
a cause regardless of the effect.
There's something radically wrong about
a woman who Isn't fond of dress parade.
Many a man who marries an helios 1IM
to regret tiionke) lug with a get -t leli-ipiick
game.
It's a case of love's labor lost when a
woman Is compelled to take in washing In
order to support a worthless husband.
A man is never more glad to se his w fe
than upon her return from n shopping
tour during which he remained at homo
to amuse baby. Chlcngo News.
Rheumatism
The Trcilment
CIIA1TKR III. '
Jack Rangsley was u tall, big-honed, thin
man. with something sinister in the lines
of his horseman's cloak, and something
r.-ckless in the way he set his spurred heel
on the ground. Ho was the. son of an old
Marsh squire.
"You'll have to cut the country, John,"
he added suddenly, "They'll have got your
name uncommon pat. I did my beat for
you. He had had me tied up like that be
fore the runners' eyes in order to take their
jiuspiciop.M off me. He had mads a pr
tense to murder rne with the same ld'ui.
Rut he didn't believe they were taken in.
"There'll be warrants out, before morn
ins, If they ain't too shaken. Hut what
Were you doing in the business? The two
Spiniarils were lying in the fern looking
on when you come blundering your clumsy
r.ose in. If it hadn't been for Rookshy you
might liavi Hullo, there'." he broke off.
An answer came from the black shadow
of a clump of roadside elms. I made out
the forms of three or four horses standing
with their heads together.
"Coine a'.nng." Rangsley said: "up wi'h
you. We'll talk as we go."
Someone helped rne into a saddle; my
l"gs trembled In the stlrruns as If I had
riddeti a thousand miles mi end already.
I imagine I must have fallen into u stupjr,
for I have only a vjgue Impression of
rrflfiriTit Ion.
and i tT reive.
him. tiffatiHf
1 1 on.
That Hat Cared Thnjil a af Chronic
lioili , without Crul.
K I: I-
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mi. rrvrn front rh n
m1m hmrr thn n
wn.v th-Mr or tit -lira
and boon rniiipli'lcly
i urvd by lh lr.
Jctili Trvntmei.t, Hit
onty ttm ovr-rjr that
j-nxltlvi-ly it "TP lit
I ln vrry t of tin
tllfMHtf hihI ditvin
vrry of pnt
ihoii fro-n thf pvntem.
Hr .li t.h II mi thAt
no (WO rftM-B (if
rhfMinmi turn r ri
Hdly ami i-rr-
parrs Hpcrtnl rtnn
tlU'M for onrh t'lwv
Why nni'titl tini ami
inmtt y on ntofk irr
P Ttpttmi, all dtpIM'tl
from tht Miiif t.ir
rtl ? I'Alnt tnrdl
rlmn arv a Intlery.
They may holp hut
niori' ofttin tiijtirt,
uMtifttmrn bryontl
Th Or. .IcMi tf-tiHtmrnt ti nun, natt,
We cure hmulr rtw when other run
trtnt (hr tmllvlrltial rase Writ
hot) eat Ittt-r. tfllltiK truthfully your
TK t r
t-onlitu:i, jiiid how l.iiia ynii tiftvp htil rhrumatlMm
t'pnn rrr tt nf y.u- trtlrr. f will wnrt you bjr
. ,. , ,i,., i,. ,,i- i,,,i L,.or i P""i'"in i"u niKii nr al , t iisr. a iriai rai
may tell Veronica why 1 tn going, but keep mptir rpprcially for j.,r Individual .-ar.
shut mouth to my motner. i-ei nerimiiK i
Don't spoil
away ehl
your
a
I've run
chance."
He was In such a s-tate of repentance and
flutter that he could not let me tHke a de
rent farewell.
Rangsley was waiting to conduct us Into
the town, where we should find a man to
take us three fugitives out to the expected
ship. We rode clattering aggressively
through the silence of the long, narrow
main street. Kvery now and then Carlos
Rtcgo coughed lament ably, but Tomas Cas
tro rode In gloomy silence.
On the blind of an Inn the shadow of
a bearded man held the shadow of n
rammer to Its mouth.
"That'll he my uncle," Rangsley said.
He'll be the man to do your errand." lie
railed to one of the men behind. "Here
Joe l'il her, do you go Into the White Hart
unci drug my I'ncle Tom out. liring un
up to me."
An abnormal scuff I ng. intermingled with
snatches of jovial remonstrance, made it
self heard. A voice called: "Here's your
uncle, Bquahre Jack."
"Re you dr. ink agiin, you
Rangsley aski d. "Listen to
three men to lie set aboard
at a quirter ufttr 11."
A grunt came In renly.
Ringsley repealed slowly.
The grunt unswcrid again.
"Here's three men to lie set
Thumes lit a quarter after 11
repeated again.
"Here's a cop-three men to be
aboard Thames at quarter after 11
voice hiccoughed hack to us.
"Well, see you do Rangsley said,
"lie's as drunk as a king," he c immented
to us; "but when you've said a thin,; ilnte
times, he remembers luirk to hi-n."
We went across the silent street, through
a narrow passage and down to the sea.
Old Rangsley reeled ahead of u - swiftly,
muttering, "Three men to be set aboard
of the Thames quarter past II. Thr e
men to Ik set aboard" and in a few min
utes we stood upon the kIiIiikIc besid the
idle am, that was nearly at the f'.JI.
hi
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