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["PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL AREANGEMKNT.1 PUlMJi l) BY THE LAW, Bi J. MACLAREN COBBAN. Author of "The Red Sultan," "The Avenger of Blood," "Wilt Thou Have this Woman ? Her Roval Highness's Love Affair," The Tyrants of Kool.Sim," The White Kaid of the Atlas," The Burden of Isabel," &0" &c. [COPYRIGHT.] CHAPTER XXVIII.—A WAYSIDE INN. Townshend had little more than pointed out to Graham the danger in which they were when a turn of the road hid the vehicles from each other, and brought the first almost alongside of an old countryman carrying a con- siderable sack cf something on Ins back. called Townshend to the driver. Then, as the vehicle drew up, he addressed the countryman. Old friend, you have a heavy pack. Would you like a lift to Bala ? Jump up then. Set your sack on the front seat and come up here beside me; you can put your arm round and keep it in its place. Ah, I see we shall be too heavy for you now driver. Never mind, my friend and I would like a bit of a walk. Here s rour money. You can give me the change when we meet in Bala. Or you can have it for yourself if you gat to Bala before that dogcart coming on behind. Though the driver was a dull, sleepy kind of fellow a hazy look of doubt had come upon his face, which the possession of moaey dispelled. 4 Off you go,' said Townshend,^ jumping down, fol- lowed by Graham. It s coming. 'All right, sir,' said the driver, whipping up his ^As Townshend and Graham pushed through the hedge and lay down behind it, the clatter and crunch of the approaching vehicle could very plainly be heard, hedge and lay down behind it, the clatter and crunch of the approaching vehicle could very plainly be heard, while that which they had left careered ahead, still presenting the appearance of carrying three people. But a new danger suddenly broke upon the senses of the two lying hid by the hedge. Those who know North Wales do not need to be told that the field into which they had penetrated contained a bull. Is there any field of pasture in Wales that does not have its 1»all p The bull of that field, a small, black, watchful beast, had noticed their invasion of his territory, and doubtless suspecting in his stupid, taurine brain that they had designs upon his cows, he threatened them with horrid war. He came, slowly and swaggeringly trampling towards them. bellowing angrily and tossing his lowered head and terrific horns. The two men looked at each other. 'We can only keep close to the hedge and lie still,' said Townshend, till that dogcart has passed.' They did so but the bull did not trust their pacific attitude. He still advanced lowly, trampling the ground, and tossing his head, and breathing out threaten- ing and slaughter. At length the dogcart whirled past, and clattered and crunched on to Bala, and disappeared. Now,' said Townshend, I think we need not tempt Mr Bull's attentions any longer.' So they crept back into the road. And, since the hedge was low. and the bull, seeing them retreat, appeared to have a more resolute mind than ever to attack them, even through the hedge, they stooped low, and scurried along most pusillanimously out of his sight. Then they sat down, and Townshend took his tourist's map from his pocket. We must get away from this as fast as we can,' said he. Suppose they have been chasing us to Bala I say 'suppose' the probability of that we can dis- cern by and by—then if they don't find us in our dog- cart, and hear of our getting out, they may turn back to this place at once. They might easily be back here in less than an hour. So I propose we cut away across here it's a rough and lonely region I walked over it twenty years ago.' He drew his finger westward along the trend of the Arennig hills, which lie between Bala and the slate quarries of Duffws andFestiniog. About twenty miles to Festiniog,' said he, measuring the distance roughly on the map. We can get there to- night. And they're not likely to suspect us of taking this route. What do you say ?' Oh, yes,' answered Graliam, his head in his hands. Anywhere Anywhere I am already sick—dead sick—of being hunted like this It has its excitements,' said Townshend, carelessly although it's not altogether beer and skittles. But we must get along. You'll enjoy the mountain walk, and to-night we'll have a talk and come to a decision.' They set out to find the round which was marked on the map along the Arennig. They blundered and stumbled in the byways, and at three o'clock in the afternoon they were still but a little way from Bala (they could see Bala Lake below them), and Graham, who was still feeling the effects of his four days' imprisonment and starvation, was very much exhausted. In that plight they came upon a little wayside ale- house. Something to eat and drink is what you chiefly need," Townshend. 'And here's the very thing.' The outer door was open. They entered, and knocked at an inner one. It was opened by a comely young woman with a baby in her arm. Can we have something to eat,' asked Townshend, as well as something to drink ?' The man,' said she, with a pretty difficulty in uttering English, is out—away but you come in, gentleman, please.' Thank you,' said Townshend, if you have bread and cheese and beer, they will do very well.' What ?' said Graham, who was cheered with the prospect of food. An exquisite gentleman like you will surely find it hard to put up with bread and cheese ?' My dear fellow,' said Townshend, of the most delightful meals I've ever had have consisted of bread and cheese and beer. And I agree with Thackeray I pity the gourmet that cannot sometimes dine on bread and cheese and enjoy it. The best sauce in the world is the cheapest-and that is hunger; and I am hungry.' They followed the hostess into a large kitchen, which had an earthen floor, with hollows here and there and little puddles, and a great open fire of turf burning on the hearth. The comely hostess went to hoist a large piece of bacon from a hook in the rafters, still holding her baby on one arm. 'Let me take the baby.' said Townshend, stepping forward, and relieving her of the child. But why bacon ? I said bread and cheese.' The man,' she repeated simply, smiling sweetly, is out—away. I have not English—much.* And she got down the bacon and put it on the table and produced from a cupboard a great carving knife to cut it. Here, said Townshend, hurriedly, take the baby. She is going to cut rashers an inch thick. Oh, thin.^please,—cut them thin,' he exclaimed to the hostess as thin as ever you can. May I do it: His words may not have been understood, but his action was for he took, with a smile, the great carving- knife. from the woman's hand and began to operate upon the piece of bacon with great dexterity, shaving off very thin slices. She put some sticks on the turf-fire to make ablaze, set a fryiug-pan on it, and produced some eggs. said Townshend, eggs I might make an omelette-a bacon omelette But no I won't be tempted. Though if there's one thing in the world I can do-— c Besides disguise yourself,' said Graham, cheerfully, for he was feeling better— Besides disguise myself,' accepted Townshend, it is make an omelette.' The woman made overtures to Graliam, to relieve him of the baby but he declared he liked nursing the baby, and kept it. And the woman stood by and smiled, and looked comely, and Townshend was busy over the fire frying the bacon and eggs and thus they were all very friendly, the baby included. In this same mood of friendliness, when the food was cooked and the woman offered to carry it into another room, they said they preferred to remain in the kitchen. So they sat down to eat and drink at the kitchen table, and attempted to hold amiable conversation with the Welshwoman who knew not English--much. They were just finishing their meal when there entered two men—one old and the other young -wild barbarians by their fierce looks aud shock heads of hair, and quarry- men, one would guess, by the kind of dust and dirt on their clothes. The younger man talked volubly in Welsh to the young woman—eyeing the travellers the while he evidently was the man '—the husband—of whom the young woman had made mention. The situation became uncomfortable, and Townshend and Graham rose to depart. What to pay asked Townshend. Ten shillIug, answered the man promptly. Ten shillings seemed a lar^e suin for so humble an entertainment bu. the men looked fierce and sus- picious, and the travellers desired neither delay nor quarrel. They agreed, therefore to pay the money. They discovered, however that neither singly nor together did they possess sufficient change, and a five- pound note was tendered. 'No1' said the man, wam? ,t aside. N0 paper Paper no good! Ton shilling My good man, said lownsliend, we don't possess ton shillings in change that '-tabling two shillings and ninepence—' i? the change we hare and to tell the truth, I think it is quite enough for our eutertain- r persisted the man. Ten shilling £ Tl.;«i« a most absurd and awkward situation! Ibis is am To think that this should be exclaimed Towmhenn. and {n s0.called happening in, om own » nineteenth century ? vfiry savages pointing to the monev 011 the table. i^all-—n0* teke 1>aper the Bimk 0t' Engknd! Enff].m(1 paper persisted the man. Th?nwegmust go aud leave it,' said Townshend to GlA 5 the sWit of their attempting to depart the young nuui seized the big^ carving-knife, and flourished it, threateningly ci yi^-ef Come Ba]a police while the old man toSk the heavy poker from the hearth and advanced to support his son, murmuring Bala! Police 1 T<WheShLt meant they had been in Bala and had vvnetnerim police, or merely that they heard of them from «;da for the police to. decide the invited them to go to xial n -wtwnrfl jmd diseon- raatter, the situation was equally nwbyaut and cliseon ^No'l cried Townshend and both he and Graham had to ward off the attacks of carving-kniie and poker, while the young woman looked on with eyes tilled witii wonder, but otherwise apparently unmoved. The attack or the two Welshmen was so alarming that at last, stepping quietly back and thrusting Graham behind him with the muttered command, Open the door he drew a revolver from his pocket and cocked it. The Welshmen, at sight of the deadly weapon, fell back and by the door which Graham had opened he and Townshend whipped out of the kitchen, slamming the door after them. But Graham had mistaken the door he had admitted himself and Townshend into a small back room from which there was no outlet, save by a small window, and that was heavily barred. At the same moment as they noted that, they heard the door locked upon them. They were prisoners Here's a pretty fix exclaimed Townshend, now those savages will go to Bala and bring the police. We must get out of this He produced his tobacco-pouch and set himself to roll a cigarette. Have one ? he said to Graham. No, thank you,' said Graham, I don't smoke.' That's a bad habit,' said Townshend. Graham glanced at him. I mean not to smoke. Even if tobacco doesn't sooth the mind, the action of smoking does, it makes the mindpause and recover its equilibrium. It has a strong lock,' said he, going to the door and trying it. What we chiefly need is a screwdriver to take it off.' They looked around the room again they examined the window hopelessly, and finally they returned to the door, by which seemed their only way of escape. They listened. There was no sound in the kitchen it seemed plain that the men had gone. Townshend had just drawn back to gather his strength for an attempt to break the door down, when the longed-for, the necessary screwdriver was thrust under the door,—doubtless, by the hand of the comely young mother. Graham took the tool, since he was likely to be more expert than Townshend at its application and in a minute or more the lock, which was of the box kind, was off, and the door swung open. The comely young woman was waiting for them with her baby at her breast. She put her finger on her lip in warning, and pointed to the ingle-corner, where the old man was asleep in a chair. Swiftly she led them out of the house, and was smiling an adieu, when Townshend spoke. 'We are much obliged to you,' said he; but we do not know the way. We wish to go to Festiniog.' Festiniog said she, and swiftly passed before them down the lane. She set them on the highroad and again they thanked her and said adieu, with the feeling that the sweet kindness of the woman sufficiently atoned for the rudeness and barbarity of the men. I hope she will come to no harm for what she has done,' said Graham. Don't you understand ? said Townshend. She is quite clever enough to deceive those boors. She will leave the screwdriver in the room and pretend we must have found it there.' CHAPTER XXIX.— BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP SEA. Spite of their adventure, they were were both well refreshed, and they sped along a good pace. The road was a good one, but unutterably bare and lonely. When they were once well upon it, there was not even a fence, and the rude lieath-land sloped up on their right, and sloped down on their left, clear and dry and hot, till they were fain to wonder what a hunted fuga- tive would do on such a road, for he would be visible for miles, and there was not a bush nor a rock by the wayside big enough to hide a dog. Hour after hour they trudged on in the deer easing heat, and with the declining sun still glaring in their eyes, and never a house nor hovel did they pass, and no living creature did they encounter, save now and then a few wild ponies, shaggy and fearful, who trampled up to the roadside to look at them, and then scurried away in terror, the whites of their eyes gleaming over their shoulders. It was almost dark when they came upon the first house 11l all that weary road. It was at the beginning of the descent to Festiniog, and being consumed with thirst, they knocked and asked for a drink. But the frowsy old woman who opened the door shut it again in their faces. So they tramped on, with thirst uu- quenched, over the remaining mile or two to Festiniog, where at length they found civilised entertainment in one of the inns. Like all of them it was tolerably thronged with tourists, and for that reason they retired early to their room, a double-bedded one again, and there, while they still lingered with their candle and a drink, there came from Townshend his promised account of his position. We must settle to-night,' said he, what's to be done to-morrow. Let me point out to you first, to make it clear between us, that there are three courses open. The first is to follow up Miss Clemance's clue and find the real criminal—if you can—and to do that there's no use tramping about Wales. Here we can't even communicate with Miss Clemance you must go back to civilisation.' And seek out evidence to bring my father's death home to Miss Bolsover? To tell you the truth,' said Graham, I don't half like putting it on her and making her smart, even though that would save myself.' Very well,' said Townshend, with remarkable alacrity. Say you leave that alone. The next course is still to try for America. And that, I must confess, does not look a very promising business, with the Welsh police all warned, and the three looking out for us as hard as they can.' Yes,' said Graham, I admit it looks desperate, if not hopeless. It does! I can't guess,' he cried, helplessly, how those men have got on our track.' If you could guess it wouldn't tnrn them off.' said Townshend. You admit the prospect of America looks almost hopeless. Well, there's the third course put your hand in mine, say I join with you freely and completely,' and to-marrow morning we clear out of Wales on the side that's open to us, and I promise you fortune and freedom ever after. Stay a moment, I know your objection, and I'm going to satisfy it.' He paused to roll a cigarette, and to take a sip from his tumbler and then he resumed, with a smile. I believe once, when you asked me what I was, I told you that I was a Socialist.' A Free Banker, you said you were,' said Graham but I neither had nor have the smallest idea what you mean.' I always mean the same,' answered Townshend, whatever I call myself. I may call myself a kind of modern Robin Hood and that would be as well applied as the other names. I may call myself the Enemy of Society (with capital letters) and the Friend of the Poor and Oppressed (also with capital letters), and these also would be as well applied as the other names.' Graham listened with the sharpest attention to every word. Do you mean,' said he, that you are a Freebooter? a Bandit P a Robber ? That seems impossible.' On the contrary, I am more than these,' answered Townshend, rolling another cigarette. I am the head of a devoted society, that wages war upon wealth and capital. I am their President, Secretary, and to a great extent their Treasurer. We conduct our opera- tions in all civilized countries, in all civilised languages.' In plain English, Mr Townshend,' said Graham, you are the head of an international gang of robbers and thieves.' To establish the application of your plain English, some careful definition and Itrgument is necessary. First, what is the meaning of rob.' ? Where is the use,' said Graham, of going into that ? I think I understand your position well enough. I am not blaming you I can never forget how awfully kind you have been to me. I only wonder why you have thought I would be of any use as one of your people.' Really ? said Townshend. Well, your knowledge of iron and steel and of all kinds of tools and mechanism would be of the greatest use.' 'I see,' said Graham. 'I suppose I ought to feel flattered, but I am not. You musn't be offended with me—please—but I prefer to remain what I call honest, and try to lead the life of a respectable citizen of my country.' My dear Graham,' said Townshend, I'm afraid you don't understand your position You have no country and you can't be a respectable citizen You are an outlaw, and the hands of law and police will clutch at you wherever they can find you, to cram you away out of sight, and to squeeze the soul and the life out of you You are not a citizen in the eyes of the law you are scarcely a man you are only an escaped convict Townshend spoke with unusual energy and fervour. Graham looked at him for some moments, as if seeking to impregnate his mind with the meaning of what he heard. He became very pale, and said, I suppose you're right.' Of course I am right,' said Townshend. The wonder to me is that you should have any doubt about it. If you join me there will be no danger that I pledge my word for. I cannot speak more definitely, unless I am sure of your becoming a partner. In two days from now I would have you established in Paris, and on the way to make four or five thousand a year.' Mr Townshend,' said Graham, with strenuous passion. must try to lead what I call an honest life I believe nothing but misery and disaster can come in the end of anything else Very well,' said Townshend. He made a depressed pause. Then it's America you mean to turn you face to ?' Yes,' answered Graham. Won't you come with me ?' I ?' He shook liis head. No, thank you. For several reasons one being that I cannot leave the people I am bound to look after and keep going.' May I said Graham, how you ever began to lead your present life P' How I began ? Ah.' said Townshend, becoming + 111 a!ld evasive, that would take too long to tell. There is a story among my faithful friends that I am a, nobleman kept out of my rights that I am really the heir to a marquisate. I don't believe it. But now we must settle our order of action for to-morrow.' It's awfully good of you,' said Graham. 'But, really, why should you trouble any more about me ? Hadn't you better let me go on alone ?' Nonsense,' said the other curtly. I am going to see you through it.' So the mysterions Townshend turned to the dis- cussion of further ways and means for the escape of Graham. And this was the result of their discussion In the early morning they would take the little railway down to Portmadoc, to see if there was a ship on the point of sailing to anywhere. If there was not they would turn away to the North and make for Holyhead, in the hope that it, being little more than a railway port, might not be watched. In the morning, then, they swept round the mountain-side by the little railway down to the little seaport of Portmadoc. They could hear of no ship, [ nor even a fishing-lugger ready to sail, and therefore they immediately took the road to Beddgelert. They went on toot because it was still earty, and they considered it unwise to attract notice by hiring a vehicle in so primitive a place. They reached Bedd- gelert later than they had counted upon, and by the time they had eaten somethiutr it was alreldy afternoon. It was then. and therefore, that Townshend made a proposition which proved to be fatal. It occurs to me,' said he 'that instead of going on to Llanberis for to-night we might climb Snowdon and spend the night in what is called the Summit Hotel, which is really only I a ramshackle hut or two. In case the Three should be still on our track that's the last place where they would think of looking for us.' The suggestion jumped completely with Graham's inclination, and they set forth to face the ascent of Snowdon. The ascent of the mountain from Bedd- gelert is counted the most difficult of all the ascents, and a guide is commonly taken but Townshend had made the climb before without aid, though that was twenty years since, and he thought he could do it again especially since they did not wish to let it be known through the village that the summit was their destina- tion that night. The climb was a risk, but they over- came it successfully, and by sunset they were viewing from the windy top of the mountain the desirable shore of Ireland, afar off on the horizon like a bank of cloud. Many a. stream of Carnarvon county, shining in the setting sun like molten silver, had to be crossed. and many miles of sea rolled between but there were the coast and hills of Wicklow charged with promise. They themselves were charged with thirst, and they slaked it with the bottled ale of The Summit Hotel, which was as dear as wine. They lingered, drinking the ale on the shady and sheltered side of the Summit, and saw a cloud form beneath them over the mountain tarn which looks so black and threatening as you ascend from Capel Curig and then they entered the hut. or hotel, to eat supper. Of all the visitors who had been on the mountain top when they arrived, they alone had expressed a desire to remain to see the sun rise, and therefore they were alone at supper. The bacon and bread which were set before them did not tempt them to linger over the meal, and in a little while they went to their bedroom. It was rather a closet than a room, being barely six feet square, and it was as close as an oven for the summer sun had been beating on it all day, and its atmosphere still palpitated with the oppression of heat. Moreover, it had but one little latch-window, scarcely big enough for a. man to pass through. That they opened wide but still, spite of the fatigue of their day's journeying and the drowsing effect of the ale and bacon, they could not sleep. They took turns to lean out of the little window, to catch a breath of cool air, and to dip into the charm of the night. They shuddered at first to discover that the window opened upon a sheer cliff but afterwards they were interested in the rare and astonishing depth and extent of their view. It was the hour for darkness, yet it was not truly dark it was night, but every feature and expression of the landscape seemed singularly awake. Far below, they noted the lights of Beddge- lert, and nearer at hand, on the mountain-side, moving lanterns or were they they Will-o'-the-Wisp? ? Suddenly they beard murmured voices in the outer room—that in which they had eaten supper—between which and theirs there was but a match-board partition. A round knot-hole in the partition was illuminated with light from the room without, and in quick sus- picion Townshend put his eye to that hole. The observation of a moment or two was enough. We're in a trap he whispered to Graham. Three are out there, with that shock-headed Welsh- man.' The Welshman,' answered Graham, must have brought them after us.' But it scarcely mattered who had brought them. They were there, and in all probability knew that Graham and his aider and abettor were in that inner room. How were they to be escaped from ? Graham went to the little window and looked out into the abyss of vague horror in which Will-o'-the-Wisps still went to and fro. That seemed the only way. It was too horrible And yet, he reflected, to be taken To be sent to toil as a convict for fifteen years He would be forty years of age, and probably broken and imbecile, and without a hold on life A thousand times to be preferred to that fate was the risk of death—of being dashed to pieces down the precipice, which lay through the little window. I will not be taken he whispered with fierce energy to Townshend, and he prepared to get through the window. One moment,' said Townshend, who seemed meditating. [To BE CONCLITDBD.] — -♦

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