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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rider in Khaki, by Nat Gould
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+Title: The Rider in Khaki
+       A Novel
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+Author: Nat Gould
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+Release Date: March 11, 2008 [EBook #24804]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RIDER IN KHAKI ***
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+Produced by Al Haines
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+THE RIDER IN KHAKI
+
+_A NOVEL_
+
+
+BY
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+NAT GOULD
+
+
+
+
+NEW YORK
+
+FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
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+PUBLISHERS
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+
+Copyright, 1918, by
+
+FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
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+_All rights reserved_
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+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+CHAPTER
+
+      I. "WILL HE MARRY HER?"
+     II. TRENT PARK
+    III. "HE'S A SPY"
+     IV. THE AUSTRALIAN GIRL
+      V. ROBIN HOOD'S SPEED
+     VI. A FLYING FILLY
+    VII. A WALK AND A TALK
+   VIII. FRASER'S INFORMATION
+     IX. THE MAN UNDER THE LAMP
+      X. CARL MAKES LOVE
+     XI. THE BARON'S TIP
+    XII. A FINE FINISH
+   XIII. ALAN IS BLIND
+    XIV. INSIDE THE KEEP
+     XV. A SUDDEN PROPOSAL
+    XVI. JANE'S LOVE AFFAIR
+   XVII. THE LAY OF THE LAND
+  XVIII. TOM'S WEAKNESS
+    XIX. HALF A HEAD
+     XX. TWO STAYERS
+    XXI. THE RAID
+   XXII. JANE SUSPECTS
+  XXIII. ALAN'S DANGER
+   XXIV. TAKEN PRISONER
+    XXV. ALIVE AND WELL
+   XXVI. THE RIDER IN KHAKI
+  XXVII. THE STEEPLECHASE
+ XXVIII. JANE'S DISCLOSURES
+   XXIX. A SPLASH IN THE DARK
+    XXX. NEWS FROM HOME
+
+
+
+
+THE RIDER IN KHAKI
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+"WILL HE MARRY HER?"
+
+"Do you think he will marry her?" asked Harry Morby.
+
+"Does anybody know what he will do," replied Vincent Newport,
+discussing their host Alan Chesney, of Trent Park, a beautiful estate
+in Nottinghamshire, close to the Dukeries, Sherwood Forest, and the
+picturesque village of Ollerton.
+
+In the billiard room they had just finished a game of a hundred up, it
+was an even battle but Morby won by a few points; they were Chesney's
+friends, captains in the same regiment--the Guards--from which Alan
+Chesney resigned his commission some twelve months ago.  Why he
+resigned was best known to himself; they had not heard the reason;
+nobody in the regiment appeared to have any idea.
+
+"She's a splendid woman," said Harry, with a sigh.
+
+"Granted, perhaps one of the most conspicuous of the reigning beauties.
+It may not be a question of will he marry her but whether she will have
+him if he asks her," answered Vincent.
+
+Harry Morby shook his head.
+
+"She'll marry him right enough.  Why not?  By Jove, Vin, what a
+handsome couple they'd make!" he said.
+
+"Yes, but I doubt if it would be a happy union," said Vincent.
+
+"Good Lord, man, why shouldn't it be?  They'd have everything they
+wanted: money on both sides, estates close together, many things in
+common, love of racing, sport in general, hunting in particular;
+they're made for each other."
+
+"What about temperaments?"
+
+"All right in that way.  No doubt there'd be some friction at times,
+but very few married people go through life without jars."
+
+"Evelyn Berkeley has had one or two affairs."
+
+"Nothing to her discredit.  She's always been allowed to have her head;
+her father was proud of her in his way, but he was a selfish man,
+thought more of his pleasures than anything, a bit of an old rip too,
+if all one hears be correct.  As for her mother--you know the
+story--possibly Berkeley drove her to it."
+
+"Yes, I've heard it.  Of course everybody blames her; they always do,
+the woman pays," said Vincent.
+
+"Marcus Berkeley left her his riches; everything he had went to her.
+She can't be thirty, at least I should think not," said Harry.
+
+"Is her mother dead?" asked Vincent.
+
+"I don't know; if alive she is not likely to come into her life again,"
+said Harry.
+
+Alan Chesney generally had friends staying with him at Trent Park; it
+was a hospitable house, where everything was done well.  His father was
+a successful man, head of a great brewery firm, a wonderful manager, a
+staunch sportsman, the owner of a famous stud, and a conspicuous figure
+on the turf; his death was a blow to racing, his colors were popular,
+and his outlay lavish.
+
+Alan Chesney inherited his love for horses and racing, but the immense
+business of William Chesney & Company, Limited, did not appeal to him,
+although the bulk of his wealth came from that source.  It was a
+disappointment to his father when Alan elected to go into the army, but
+as he was bent on it he gave way on condition he resign his commission
+when he died and become the head of the firm.  This was the real reason
+for Alan's leaving the army; there were others also weighed with him.
+He had the makings of a good soldier in him but "the piping times of
+peace," did not bring out his best qualities; there was more pleasure
+than work and the calls of duty were not very arduous for a rich man.
+
+The manager of William Chesney & Company was Duncan Fraser, a Scotsman,
+whose whole life had been spent in England, the bulk of it with
+Chesney.  An upright, honorable, keen man of business, Duncan Fraser
+was a tower of strength in the firm.  Force of character was stamped on
+him; he was unyielding when he felt he was in the right, and many
+tussles William Chesney had with him about fresh moves connected with
+new departments in the company's procedure.  The two men were, however,
+friends, and had respect for the abilities they both possessed.
+
+It was Duncan Fraser's opposition to Alan Chesney going into the army
+induced William Chesney to protest against it and give way only upon
+the stipulation stated.
+
+"He is your only son, and his place is at the head of the firm when you
+think fit to retire," said Duncan.  "He has no right to neglect his
+responsibilities, and he ought to be trained for the position; if he
+goes into a crack cavalry regiment he'll never settle down to the work
+here."
+
+William Chesney agreed with Duncan Fraser, but made excuses for Alan.
+
+"I fancy he considers you will be capable of looking after things when
+I am gone," he said.
+
+"That's not the point.  I'm capable now, but you are the head, and he
+ought to take your place."
+
+Alan Chesney and Duncan Fraser did not agree well, the former knew of
+Fraser's opposition to his joining the army and resented it as an
+impertinence.
+
+"After all he's a servant of the company," he said to his father.
+
+"And the best servant a company ever had.  He's a big shareholder too;
+don't forget that important fact, Alan," was the answer.
+
+Duncan Fraser was a careful man; he had a large salary, and, being a
+bachelor, saved most of it and bought shares in the brewery.  When
+William Chesney died he held the second interest to Alan, which gave
+him considerable power.
+
+To do Fraser justice he always desired, was anxious, that Alan Chesney
+should be the active head of the firm; but his disinclination for the
+work threw more and more responsibility on the manager, and although
+Alan was nominally the head, Duncan Fraser was the man everybody looked
+to.
+
+Alan recognized this and resented it, although he knew it was his fault.
+
+Duncan Fraser had the tact to handle the situation delicately; he
+treated Alan with almost the same deference as his father, but did not
+consult him to the same extent, or take so much notice of his
+suggestions.
+
+Fraser was a good-looking man, verging on fifty, tall, well-built, an
+athlete in his younger days, a good shot and an enthusiastic angler.
+He was a frequent visitor at Trent Park, and to all outward appearances
+he and Alan were the best of friends; there was a rift in the lute
+which they concealed.
+
+Alan was popular in the county, his liberality was great, appeals to
+him always met with a response.  His fine commanding presence made him
+noticeable, his military training had done him good, he was strong,
+powerful, a good boxer, and no man could ride better.  Despite his
+height and strong frame, he could ride a reasonable weight on the flat,
+and over fences, and he often mounted his horses and those of his
+friends.  Exercise kept his weight down; he walked miles at a stretch,
+through the glorious forest, or over his estates.
+
+He had known Evelyn Berkeley since she was in her teens, and when he
+came home from Harrow, and she was at "The Forest" for her holidays,
+they were often together; their love for the country was strong and
+they explored every nook and corner of Sherwood Forest.
+
+When Evelyn Berkeley was five and twenty it was reported, with some
+semblance of authority, that William Chesney, the wealthy brewer, was
+anxious to make her his wife, that he would willingly have done so but
+she refused him.  There was truth in this, but the whole facts were not
+known.  Evelyn Berkeley liked William Chesney but she was very fond of
+Alan, and it seemed to her ridiculous that she should wed the father
+when she admired the son, although Marcus Berkeley strongly urged her
+to accept the brewer's offer.
+
+"You'll be safe with him, Eve," said her father.  "He's a good sort; he
+idolizes you.  Oh yes, I know you prefer Alan, that's perhaps natural,
+but he's not sown his wild oats yet and you'll have a long time to wait
+before you can get him to the post.  You're young, marry William
+Chesney, and before the bloom's off your cheeks you'll be the richest
+and handsomest widow in the land."
+
+Evelyn Berkeley was very sorry when William Chesney died.  He proved a
+better guide than her father, and her refusal of his offer made no
+difference in his manner toward her.
+
+Alan Chesney knew of his father's partiality for Evelyn Berkeley but
+did not know he proposed to her, and the rumors of it had not reached
+him.  He admired Evelyn, but was not at all certain he loved her, and
+so far had not considered it conducive to his happiness that he should
+take a wife; he was fond of his freedom, of the bachelor life he was
+leading, he did many things that would be impossible if he married.
+
+He had a habit of doing unexpected things, and this was the reason
+Vincent Newport said, "Does anybody know what he will do?" in answer to
+Harry Morby's question.
+
+Alan Chesney came into the billiard room.
+
+"Did you beat him, Harry?" he asked.
+
+"Just pipped him on the post," was the answer.
+
+"I'm just going to have a look at the horses; will you come?" he said.
+
+"Only too pleased," said Vincent, and Harry acquiesced eagerly.
+
+"Think we'll drive; horses are more enjoyable than motors--that's if
+you haven't to go any distance."
+
+A pair of beautiful bays were brought round, the shooting wagon was
+spic and span, almost new, the groom smart and dapper, everything in
+perfect style.
+
+Alan handled the reins and they drove along the well-kept road in the
+direction of Trent Stud.
+
+Their way skirted past "The Forest" and as they passed the gates Evelyn
+Berkeley came out in her motor.  Alan pulled up, she stopped the car,
+and greetings were exchanged.
+
+"We're going to see the horses.  Will you come?" asked Alan.
+
+She thanked him, said she had an appointment in Nottingham, and from
+there had to go to Newark.
+
+"You'll be in town for the Derby, I suppose?" said Alan.
+
+"Yes.  Are you running anything at the meeting?"
+
+"Three or four.  Might pick up a race or two."
+
+"You'll not forget to put me on," she said, smiling.
+
+"Oh no, I'll not forget.  I'll call and see you and give you all
+particulars; shall you have a house full?" said Alan.
+
+"Half a dozen single friends and two married couples; you can stay with
+me if you like, it will be quite proper," she said, laughing.
+
+Alan did not give a direct answer; he merely repeated that he would
+call.
+
+"By Jove, she is handsome!" said Harry enthusiastically.
+
+"Not a doubt about that," said Alan placidly, as he touched the horses
+with the whip and they went along at a fast pace.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+TRENT PARK
+
+Trent Park was a wonderful place; the house was modern, the new mansion
+having been built by William Chesney, but the park was full of ancient
+trees and there were some old buildings.  A venerable keep, surrounded
+by a moat full of water and only reached by a boat, there being no
+bridge, was not far from the stud buildings.
+
+It was a picturesque spot and many visitors came to see it.  History
+attached to it, romance threw a halo round, there were many stories
+associated with it, some true, others doubtful, the more doubtful the
+more interesting.  Murder had been committed within its walls in the
+time of the first Edward; and even down to the Georges; it possessed an
+unenviable reputation for dark deeds and mysterious crimes.
+
+It was used as a prison in the Tudor times and tradition said many a
+man had been done to death there without just cause.
+
+Men employed at Trent Park in various capacities reported having seen
+weird sights: shadowy, wailing figures, mostly women, flitting about,
+even rising out of the moat where, it was said, bodies had been found,
+or, to be more correct, skeletons.
+
+The villagers of Little Trent shunned it after nightfall; youngsters
+were frightened into obedience by threats to bring the moat ghosts
+after them.
+
+It was a round keep, built of massive stone, the walls ivy-covered, the
+base green with moss, damp and age.
+
+A massive oak door studded with large-headed nails creaked on its rusty
+hinges when opened, which was seldom.
+
+A visitor from New York received permission to examine the keep, tower,
+and moat in search of historical data and facts.  He stayed at the
+Sherwood Inn at Little Trent.  One evening he returned from his
+explorations with a white, frightened face; when questioned he shivered
+but gave no answers.  He hurriedly took his departure and, from stray
+bits of paper in the fire-grate in his room, it was surmised he had
+burnt his copious notes about the keep, no doubt being terrified by
+some ghostly warning to destroy them.
+
+The ruins of a monastery stood at the other end of the Park.  A stately
+pile of crumbling mortar, and stones shifting from places they occupied
+for centuries.  The outer walls stood and inside the square was a
+keeper's cottage hidden in a warm snug corner, concealed from prying
+eyes, unnoticeable until the ruin was entered.
+
+A curious place to build a cottage, and nobody seemed to know who put
+it up or for what purpose the place was selected.  It was there when
+William Chesney bought the estate and it was a long time before he knew
+of its existence.
+
+Tom Thrush, head gamekeeper at Trent Park, occupied it, living there
+with his daughter Jane, a pretty girl of twenty, a lonely place for
+her; yet she liked it and loved to wander in the woods and roam about
+in the great forest bordering on the Park.
+
+Tom Thrush, for many years, was employed at Chesney's Brewery; it was
+at his own request he was sent to Trent Park and installed as second
+keeper and then raised to head keeper in the course of a few years.  He
+was a strange man, lonely, taciturn, passionately fond of his daughter,
+and spent the bulk of his time in the forest, where he studied
+wood-craft and the habits of all wild birds and animals.  There was
+something almost uncanny in the way he made friends with the wild
+things of the woods and forests; no living bird or animal seemed to
+fear him, and he taught Jane much wild lore and how to make friends
+with the denizens of the woods.
+
+The preserving of game was strictly carried out at Trent Park and
+thousands of birds were killed every season; in this Tom Thrush was
+most successful, a prince among keepers.
+
+The Park abounded with massive oaks, and no doubt at one time had been
+part of Sherwood Forest, and these were ancient trees that had been
+spared when others fell.  Centuries old some of them, with vast trunks
+and huge gnarled, twisted branches which seemed to have suffered from
+terrible convulsions of nature, been put on the wrack, as it were, and
+come forth mutilated in a hundred deformities.
+
+There were deer in the Park, and white cattle, almost wild, sometimes
+dangerous, they were confined in a strong ring fence.
+
+One part of the Park was laid out in paddocks for the blood stock, and
+here the young thoroughbreds from the Trent Stud galloped about and
+played their games until it was time for them to be broken in and sent
+to the trainer.
+
+Well-kept roads ran in various directions through the Park, there was
+plenty of water, a minor river running through on its way to join the
+Trent.  It was indeed a glorious place and Alan Chesney might well be
+counted a lucky man to own it.
+
+His two friends had gone, after staying a week, and it was arranged
+they should meet at Epsom for the Derby.
+
+It was seldom Alan Chesney was alone in the big house; many times he
+wished it smaller, not so roomy, more cosy, in keeping with his
+bachelor habits.  There were parts of it he had only been in once or
+twice.  The long picture gallery he shunned, although some exquisite
+modern paintings hung there.
+
+When he came into possession he had some of the smaller and brighter
+pictures removed into the living rooms and the spaces were still left
+vacant.  The windows in this gallery overlooked the Park, in the
+distance the keep could be seen, and farther away a corner of the
+monastery.  There were large reception-rooms, and bedrooms the size of
+the ground floor of a small house.  The dining-room was oak panelled,
+the ceiling oak, and it was furnished with massive chairs and a huge
+table.  There was a great sideboard, carved by Gibbons, which cost an
+enormous sum, carvings adorned the wood mantelpiece over the open
+fireplace.  It was a room in which fifty guests might sit down with
+ease.
+
+Alan had his favorite rooms, the smallest in the house; his study was a
+model of comfort, and there was another room opening from it which
+contained all his sporting paraphernalia.  There were guns of various
+makes, over a dozen; Harry Morby had tested some of them and expressed
+the opinion that a bad shot might kill birds with such weapons.
+
+A case of fishing-rods occupied one side of the room.  Half a dozen
+saddles, some racing jackets, bridles, dog collars, boxing gloves,
+foils, whips, boots, spurs, miscellaneous tools handy for sporting
+purposes.
+
+Pictures of racing and hunting scenes hung on the walls; there was a
+life-like painting of Fred Archer, the beautiful eyes being perfect,
+also another of Tom Cannon, Mornington Cannon, George Fordham,
+portraits of Maher, Frank Wotton and several well-known gentleman
+riders who were friends of Alan's.
+
+This was the room where guests were wont to congregate and talk over
+the day's shooting, or discuss the merits of horses and jockeys.
+
+Alan had breakfast, and came into this room to read the papers before
+going for his customary ride; he was always ready and fit to accept a
+mount in a welter race, or ride over the sticks in the hurdle and
+chasing season.
+
+He looked carelessly at half a dozen papers but his attention wandered,
+he could not concentrate his thoughts on anything he saw, he read bits
+here and there but they were not fixed in his mind.  He tossed the
+papers in a heap on the table, filled his pipe and smoked dreamily.
+
+There were a dozen servants in the house but he was the only occupant
+of the owner's quarters.  He did not feel exactly lonely, but he liked
+somebody to talk with, and having been a few days by himself he wished
+for company.
+
+Evelyn Berkeley was at The Forest and he thought he would ride over and
+see her; she was always good company and he liked her, but she was
+dangerously charming and he acknowledged he felt the influence when in
+her presence.
+
+Why not marry her?  He was sure she would accept him if he proposed,
+and there was no woman more fitted to be the mistress of Trent Park.
+
+More than once he had been on the verge of putting the question to her
+but something prevented him and he was rather glad he had escaped.
+
+Over and over again he had asked himself if he loved her and found no
+satisfactory answer.
+
+He knew many of his male friends accepted it as a foregone conclusion
+he would marry Evelyn Berkeley, and he smiled as he thought how they
+discussed him and his matrimonial prospects.
+
+It pleased him to think she preferred his society to that of other men,
+it flattered him when he recalled she might have been a countess had
+she wished.  He asked her why she did not accept the titled suitor and
+she replied that titles had no attraction for her, that her mind was
+made up; there was somebody she liked very much, he might ask her to be
+his wife some day and she would wait.
+
+He rode several miles at a fast pace in the Park before turning his
+horse's head in the direction of The Forest.
+
+As he was passing the monastery ruins he saw Jane Thrush.  She looked
+very sweet and winsome in her plain brown frock which matched the color
+of her hair; she had no hat, and its luxurious growth added to her
+rather refined rustic beauty.
+
+Alan was always courteous to women, and Jane was one of his favorites;
+so was her father, he had a sincere regard for the sturdy, silent
+gamekeeper.
+
+"Beautiful morning, Jane," he said.  "You love to be out in the sun?"
+
+She smiled at him.  How handsome he looked on his horse, and how well
+he sat the animal!
+
+"I am going to Little Trent to buy a few things for the house.  I
+generally go through the wood," she said.
+
+"You and your father live quiet lives here.  Wouldn't you like to be in
+the village?" he asked.
+
+"Oh no.  I love the old ruin, and the cottage is so sweet I couldn't
+bear to leave it, and I'm sure Father would sooner be here than
+anywhere," said Jane eagerly.
+
+Alan laughed as he replied:
+
+"Don't be alarmed, you shall live in the cottage as long as you like.
+Do you ever feel afraid when you are alone at night?"
+
+"No; why should I?  No one ever comes here, and there's Jack always on
+guard."
+
+"Wonderful dog, Jack," said Alan smiling.
+
+"He is.  It's three years since you gave him to me.  He is my constant
+companion."
+
+"He's a well-bred dog anyway; these black retrievers are hard to beat."
+
+"If anything happened to him I don't know what I'd do," she said.
+
+"I do," he answered.  "I'd give you another in his place."
+
+"That wouldn't be the same at all," she said.
+
+"You prefer old friends?"
+
+"Yes, indeed."
+
+"Then I hope Jack will live a long time to be your faithful companion,"
+said Alan.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+"HE'S A SPY"
+
+Evelyn Berkeley was at home, instructions were given that Mr. Chesney
+was to be admitted when he called.  She greeted him cordially; he saw
+she was pleased to see him.
+
+"You bring the fresh air in with you.  I suppose you have been riding
+in the Park?" she said, as she gave him her hand and a bright smile.
+
+"It's the best part of the day for riding.  I wonder you do not go out
+more on horseback, you are a good rider."
+
+"You really think so?"
+
+"Yes--really."
+
+"I have no one to ride with."
+
+"There's me, won't I do?" he asked laughing.
+
+"Oh yes, you'll do very well indeed, but I have to be careful; I'm a
+lone woman and people talk."
+
+"Let 'em," said Alan.
+
+"That's all very well from your standpoint; you're a man, that makes
+all the difference."
+
+"Not in these days.  Women are taking a hand in most things, giving the
+men a lead.  They are independent; probably they are right."
+
+"Yes, I think they are, but still there are some things they cannot do;
+women are more likely to be talked about than men, it matters more to
+them."
+
+"Why should it?"
+
+"Because women are women, I can't give you a better answer," she said
+laughing.
+
+"I met Jane Thrush as I came past the monastery," he said.  "Pretty
+girl, is she not?  She seems to like her lonely life at the cottage, at
+least she says so."
+
+"A very pretty girl, and a good girl," was her reply.
+
+"Do you see her sometimes?" he asked.
+
+"Yes, very often; she comes here when she likes, Hannah is fond of her."
+
+"You're lucky to have Hannah Moss."
+
+"I am; she's a treasure."
+
+"Been at The Forest for years, hasn't she?"
+
+"She nursed me, that's a long time ago."
+
+He laughed as he said:
+
+"Not so very long ago, Eve; we were playmates, I am not very ancient."
+
+"Well, it seems a long time since I was a girl and you a boy."
+
+"We were good pals."
+
+"Always."
+
+"And we are now?" he questioned.
+
+"Pals?  Does that fit the case?" she asked.
+
+"I hope so; I trust it always will."
+
+She hoped not, she wanted a deeper feeling to develop.
+
+Alan looked well, such a fine healthy man, strong, athletic, and she
+loved him; he little knew the strength of her feelings for him, how she
+longed to be his, to be conquered by him, to feel his strength pitted
+against her woman weakness.  She kept herself in check, there was very
+little outward show of her love for him, although sometimes it would
+not be banished from her eyes, and they were beautiful eyes, eloquent,
+expressive, and this morning as she looked at him the love-light shone
+there, and he felt its power.
+
+She was a beautiful woman, he would not have been the man he was had he
+not felt her charm.  She was a woman well developed in mind and body,
+her taste in dress was exquisite, she knew what suited her and declined
+to be fashioned by her dressmaker.  She stood facing him, close to him,
+and his senses were intoxicated by her fragrance.  The scent she used
+was delicate, the perfume exquisite, it was peculiar to her; a very
+dangerous woman when she cared to exercise her powers.
+
+"By Jove, Eve, you do look splendid!" he exclaimed with genuine
+enthusiasm.
+
+She flushed slightly.  It was a tribute to her charm and she accepted
+it; there could be no doubt about his sincerity.
+
+"Do I look better than usual?" she asked.
+
+"You always look well, but this morning you excel yourself, you are
+grand!  I mean it.  What a prize for some lucky man to win!"
+
+She laughed.
+
+"The lucky man has not come along yet apparently; I am near thirty,"
+she said.
+
+"At the height of your charms; you'll meet the right man one day and
+he'll be carried off his feet and surrender at once, he'll have no
+option."
+
+"Can't he see, oh, can't he see he is the right man!  I'd fling myself
+into his arms if he asked me," she thought with longing.
+
+"He will have to hurry up," she answered smiling.
+
+He remained an hour or so and then left.
+
+"Be sure and come to my house in town in Derby week," she said.
+
+"I'll be there.  You asked me to stay."
+
+"Will you?"
+
+"I dare not," he said with a laugh, as he mounted his horse and rode
+away.  She stood on the steps watching; at the gate he turned and
+raised his hat, she waved her hand, and with a sigh, went into the
+house.
+
+Hannah Moss, at one of the upstairs windows, saw him ride away.
+
+"Drat the man," she murmured, "why doesn't he marry her; they're made
+for each other."
+
+Eve went for a walk after lunch and her way took her to the village of
+Little Trent.  She was popular with the villagers, the lady bountiful
+of the district, and gave with a liberal hand.
+
+Abel Head stood outside the Sherwood Inn as she came along, he touched
+his cap, she stopped.
+
+"We're having glorious weather," she said.  "I suppose you are going to
+the Derby?"
+
+"Never miss if I can help," he replied.  "What's going to win, Miss
+Berkeley?"
+
+"Merry Monarch," she answered promptly.
+
+"No!" exclaimed Abel.  "Who told you?"
+
+"That's a secret," she said laughing.
+
+"He's at a good price."
+
+"A hundred to eight."
+
+"I'll risk a trifle on him," said Abel.
+
+"Don't back him because I've told you," she said; "he may lose."
+
+"He belongs to Baron Childs; he's a straight 'un."
+
+"He's as straight as they make them," said Eve.  "How's Richard?  Have
+you heard from him?"
+
+"Not lately, thank you for asking.  I wish he'd not joined the army;
+he'd have done better to stay here and help me," said Abel.
+
+"Why did he join?" she asked.
+
+"Got restless, I suppose and----" he hesitated.
+
+"And what else?"
+
+"He was very fond of Jane Thrush," said Abel.
+
+"And Jane did not give him much encouragement?"
+
+"That's about the strength of it," said Abel.
+
+"Jane is devoted to her father," said Eve.
+
+"No doubt about that, but she'll wed someday, and Dick's not a bad
+sort," said Abel.
+
+"He'll make a good soldier, Abel."
+
+"Perhaps he will; he'll be a fighter, and it looks to me as though
+there'll be a burst up before long."
+
+"You think so?"
+
+"Certain sure I do; there'll be no peace anywhere until the Germans are
+licked."
+
+Eve laughed.
+
+"I understood we were better friends than ever with Germany," she
+replied.
+
+"Some folks will tell you that, but don't you believe them, Miss
+Berkeley.  They're a nasty spying lot, I'd trust none of 'em," said
+Abel.
+
+"I hope you are wrong, war is a terrible thing," she said.
+
+"So it is in a way, but we've been asleep too long, it won't do us any
+harm to be roused up," said Abel.  "There's a man staying at my place I
+have my doubts about," he said mysteriously.
+
+"What sort of doubts?" she asked.
+
+"He goes by the name of Carl Meason, but he's a German, I'm sure of it,
+and he's a spy," said Abel.
+
+She looked surprised as she said:
+
+"What would a German spy find to do in Little Trent?"
+
+"That's more than I can tell; probably he's spying out the land."
+
+She laughed.
+
+"What sort of a man is he?" she asked.
+
+"Not a bad-looking chap, talks well, but there's something suspicious
+about him.
+
+"Does he speak with a foreign accent?"
+
+"No; speaks English as well as I do," said Abel.
+
+Eve smiled: Abel's English was at times a trifle weird.
+
+"Then I'm sure he's not a German if he speaks as well as you, Abel,"
+she said.
+
+"Now you're chaffing me," he replied.
+
+"Not at all; I am sure you speak very well."
+
+"If he's not a German he's a spy of some sort I'm certain.  He's always
+looking at maps, drawing plans, making notes and figuring up things.
+It's my belief he's hit on Little Trent by chance and came to my place
+because it's quiet and out of the way.  There's something wrong with
+him; if he's not German he's in the pay of somebody connected with 'em.
+I'd bet my last bob he's a spy of some sort, and I'll keep my eye on
+him," said Abel.
+
+When Abel went into the Inn he found a map spread on the table in the
+room occupied by Carl Meason.  He glanced at it and saw small pins
+stuck in various places where lines were printed.  Putting on his
+glasses he saw these were road lines and noticed most of them in which
+the pins were sticking ran from the coast inland; he had no time for
+further observation, as Meason entered the room.
+
+"Rather a good map, is it not?" asked the man.
+
+"Should think so; I don't know much about maps," said Abel.  "What's
+all these pins for?"
+
+"I am a surveyor.  I am going through some of the roads on this map; I
+shall have to inspect them shortly.  I came here to do my work quietly.
+I daresay you wondered what I was at Little Trent for?" said Carl.
+
+"I have been wondering," said Abel.  "So you're a surveyor?"
+
+"Yes; I'm considered clever at the work."
+
+"You're a Government surveyor?" asked Abel.
+
+"I am."
+
+"I notice most of the roads you have marked run from the coast inland."
+
+"That's my division; I am doing this for army purposes."
+
+"Oh!" exclaimed Abel.  "For our Government?"
+
+Carl Meason looked at him quickly; Abel's face made him smile, he did
+not look extra sharp.
+
+"I'm not likely to survey roads for army purposes for any other
+Government," he said.
+
+"No, I suppose not.  It must be interesting work."
+
+"It is, very; the more you get into this business, the better you like
+it," said Carl.
+
+Abel left him bending over the map.  When Carl heard the door closed he
+looked up, a scowl on his face.  "Curse the old fool," he muttered.
+"Wonder why he asked me if it was our Government I was working for?"
+
+He rolled up the map carefully, ticking the place where he had left the
+pins in red ink.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+THE AUSTRALIAN GIRL
+
+Derby week, London hummed and bustled with excitement.  Sport was in
+the air, racing; everybody talking about the great event.  There were
+thousands of visitors in the city; it was easy to pick out the
+strangers.
+
+Evelyn Berkeley's house overlooked Regent's Park.  It was some way out
+of town, but she found this recompensed by the view, and it was easy to
+get about in her motor.  Alan Chesney called when he arrived in London,
+before her visitors came.
+
+Conversation turned on the Derby and the Epsom meeting generally.
+
+"Merry Monarch is my tip," she said.  "I had it from the Baron; he
+fancies his horse tremendously."
+
+"It would be a popular win," answered Alan.
+
+"Have you heard anything?"
+
+"The tip at the club last night was Gold Star," he said.
+
+"The favorite?"
+
+"A very hot favorite.  I fancy he'll be even money on Wednesday.  Have
+you known Baron Childs long?"
+
+"Some months; I was introduced to him at Goodwood last year, in fact he
+was one of the house party at Colonel Buxton's."
+
+"Very rich man, is he not?" asked Alan.
+
+"A millionaire I believe; he is very unassuming, I like him," she said.
+
+Alan smiled as he said:
+
+"He is a bachelor, the head of a great banking firm, I wonder he does
+not marry."
+
+"He has a wide choice, many lovely women would be glad of a chance to
+accept him."
+
+Alan wondered if the Baron had given a thought to Evelyn Berkeley; it
+was highly probable.
+
+"The all-scarlet jacket has won many big races but not a Derby; perhaps
+it's his turn this year," said Alan.
+
+"I hope so, I have backed Merry Monarch," she said.
+
+"I called to give you some information about my horses.  I am likely to
+win three races, so my trainer says, and he is not an over-confident
+man."
+
+"Lucky fellow, three races in Derby week; your colors will be worth
+following."
+
+"On the opening day Robin Hood should win the Epsom Plate," said Alan.
+
+"That will be a good beginning.  We shall all have our pockets filled
+for Derby Day," laughed Evelyn.
+
+"He's a pretty good horse, make a note of him."
+
+"I shan't forget, no need to write down the names of your horses," she
+replied.
+
+"The Duke has a big chance in the Royal Stakes; I have a first-class
+two-year-old running in the Acorn Stakes.  It will be her first
+appearance; she's a splendid creature, a real beauty," said Alan.
+
+"That's Robin Hood, The Duke, and what's this wonderful two-year-old's
+name?"
+
+"Evelyn," he replied.
+
+Of course she knew it was named after her and she was gratified.
+
+"Oh, Alan!" she exclaimed, "that's splendid of you."
+
+"If she were not a real flyer, with every prospect of winning at the
+first time of asking, I'd not have named her Evelyn.  I waited until
+Skane pronounced her one of the best before risking it," he said.
+
+"And you think she'll win?" asked Evelyn.
+
+"I shall be very disappointed if she fails.  With such a name she can't
+fail," he said, smiling.
+
+Alan stood near the window; he saw a lady coming up the walk.
+
+"A visitor," he said.  "I'll be off."
+
+Evelyn laughed.
+
+"It is Ella Hallam; I don't think you have met her.  She's an
+Australian girl, I went to school with her.  She returned to Sydney
+when she finished her education, and only came to London a month ago.
+We have corresponded regularly.  I like her very much; perhaps you may
+have heard me speak of her."
+
+"I don't think I have," he said.
+
+"Please don't go, I want to introduce you.  She is coming to stay with
+me at The Forest when the Epsom meeting is over; her father races in
+Australia, I believe he once won the Melbourne Cup," she said.
+
+Ella Hallam came into the room.  When she saw Alan she said:
+
+"I did not know you had a visitor.  I ought to have asked.  It is rude
+of me."
+
+"Alan Chesney is an old friend," said Eve.  "Allow me to introduce you."
+
+They shook hands, their eyes met, and Ella Hallam felt something in her
+life was changed from that moment; as for Alan, he seemed quite
+unconscious he had created any interest out of the common.
+
+"Yes, I come from Sydney," replied Ella, in answer to his question
+about Australia.
+
+"And your father owns racers?" he asked.
+
+"Yes; racing is his chief amusement.  He's always saying it is a very
+expensive hobby, and exhorts me to economize in order that he may keep
+things going," she replied, laughing.  "He is coming to England.  I
+expect him in about a month.  He may bring one or two horses, he was
+thinking of doing so I know.  He has a very high opinion of our
+thoroughbreds, thinks they are equal to your best."
+
+Alan laughed as he replied:
+
+"I have seen some of your horses run here.  They are good, but equal to
+our best, no; at least I do not think so.  I have two I'd like to match
+against any colonial-bred horse."
+
+"Perhaps my father will give you a chance if he brings Rainstorm," she
+said.
+
+"Is he a good horse?"
+
+"Rather, he won the Melbourne Cup," she replied.
+
+"Then I shall be taking something on if I tackle him?" he said.
+
+"You will--and you'll be beaten," she answered confidently.
+
+He shook his head.
+
+"I do not think so," he replied.
+
+"Mr. Chesney hopes to win three races at Epsom this week," said Eve.
+She spoke sharply, she thought they were having the conversation to
+themselves.  It was evident they would soon be on a very friendly
+footing if sufficient opportunity offered.
+
+"I'd love to see your horses win--and back them," said Ella, still
+speaking to Alan.
+
+Eve looked at Alan, something in her expression warned him she was not
+in the best of tempers--why?
+
+He spoke to her, answering Ella's remark.
+
+"I am glad your friend will be pleased to see my horses victorious," he
+said.
+
+"It would be strange if she were not, especially as she says she will
+back them--eh, Ella?" said Eve.
+
+"And you?  You will back them?" she asked.
+
+"Of course; he has just given me the tips, that is what he called
+about," said Eve.
+
+"And also to see you," thought Ella.
+
+"What do you think of Mr. Chesney?" asked Eve when Alan left.
+
+"He's a very good-looking man and I should think extremely agreeable
+and excellent company.  Is he an old friend?" said Ella.
+
+"We have known each other since we were children."
+
+"My goodness, how jolly!  And I suppose you are quite chums still,"
+exclaimed Ella.
+
+Eve laughed as she replied:
+
+"We are staunch friends.  His estate joins my little place where you
+are coming to stay with me," said Eve.
+
+"I shall have opportunities of meeting him," thought Ella.  "You must
+see him often?" she said aloud.
+
+"Oh, yes; sometimes two or three times a week.  He calls when he likes
+and I am always at home to him."
+
+"It must be ripping to have a man friend like that; no silly sentiment,
+no love business about it; but he would be blind if he did not admire
+you, Eve," she said.
+
+Eve laughed.  She wondered what Ella would think if she knew how she
+loved Alan, loved him desperately.
+
+"I don't think love has ever entered into his calculations in
+connection with me," she said.
+
+"But he must admire you, he couldn't help it," said Ella heartily.
+
+"I daresay he does.  He has an eye for beauty in women and horses."
+
+"Couples them together, does he," said Ella; "and probably prefers the
+four-legged creatures."
+
+"He looked you over pretty well," said Eve.
+
+She blushed slightly as she replied:
+
+"I didn't notice it.  Do you think he was satisfied with the scrutiny?"
+
+"It's hard to tell when he's pleased, he takes everything as it comes,
+but I think he has decided in your favor."
+
+"Do you?  That's rather good of him, most condescending," said Ella.
+
+Next day they went to Epsom.  There was a party of ten, a merry lot;
+there was no mistaking they were on pleasure bent and on good terms
+with themselves.
+
+Eve had a box.  She always did things well, and took care when she went
+racing she was comfortable and had plenty of elbow-room.  Alan came
+into the box after the first race; he was cordially greeted.
+
+"I expect Miss Berkeley has told you Robin Hood is likely to win the
+Epsom Plate," he said.
+
+"Yes, we've got the straight tip," said one of the party.
+
+"I can confirm it, you can put a bit extra on him, it's a real good
+thing," he said with a laugh.
+
+He stood close to Ella, his arm touched hers, she felt a thrill;
+turning to him she said:
+
+"What a strange place Epsom is!  Such a crowd, and there's no comfort;
+we're all right here, thanks to Eve, but over there it's horrible," and
+she pointed to the hill.
+
+"There will be twice as many people to-morrow," he said.  "Perhaps
+three or four times as many; Derby Day is one of the sights of the
+world, it is never equalled anywhere."
+
+"We can beat you at Flemington," she replied, "and Randwick.  Not so
+many people, but as for comfort, well, you simply don't know what it is
+here.  Where's the paddock?" she asked, looking round.
+
+"Over there," said Alan, pointing in that direction.  "Would you like
+to go?  There's more room to-day, it will be crowded to-morrow.  It's
+rather a good paddock, when you get to it, picturesque."
+
+"I should like to see it very much."
+
+"Then I'll take you there," he said, and turning to Eve asked:
+
+"Are you going to the paddock?"
+
+"It's hardly worth while.  We'll go to-morrow and see the Derby
+horses," she said.
+
+"Miss Hallam wishes to see it.  I'll just take her and bring her back
+safely; we shan't be long.  Come along," he said to Ella.
+
+"You don't mind?" said Ella to Eve as they passed.
+
+"Not at all; why should I?" was the sharp reply, and from her tone Ella
+gathered she did mind, and felt mischievous.
+
+"I'll take good care of her," said Alan.
+
+"No doubt," said Eve quietly.
+
+"What a trouble it is to get there!" said Ella as Alan led her through
+the crowd.
+
+"Yes, a bit bumpy, but they're a good-natured lot, although a trifle
+rough."
+
+There were not many people in the paddock.  Alan pointed out The
+Duddans and other points of interest.
+
+"Come and see Robin Hood and tell me what you think of him," he said.
+
+"Where is he?"
+
+"Over there."
+
+"Surrounded by his merry men," she said, laughing, as she saw a dozen
+or more people looking at the horse.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+ROBIN HOOD'S SPEED
+
+Among the group looking at Robin Hood was Harry Morby.  Alan introduced
+him to Ella, he thought her very attractive.
+
+"He's a beauty," said Ella, as she patted the horse's neck.
+
+"And he'll win the Plate," said the trainer.
+
+"Your team looks like playing a strong part this week," said Harry.
+
+"I hope so," replied Alan, who took the trainer on one side.
+
+"So you're an Australian?" said Harry.
+
+"Yes, I hail from Sydney.  I was educated here, at the same school as
+Miss Berkeley.  She has invited me to stay with her at The Forest."
+
+"That's jolly for you, she's one of the right sort, everybody likes
+her."
+
+"Including Mr. Chesney?"
+
+Harry laughed as he replied:
+
+"We, that is Alan's male friends, think it will be a match in time.
+They are great friends and much together."
+
+"It is not to be wondered at, she is a beautiful woman," said Ella.
+
+"Very; it is strange she has not married."
+
+"Perhaps she is waiting until Mr. Chesney asks her."
+
+"Pity he can't make up his mind," said Harry, smiling.
+
+"You think he'll win, Fred?" said Alan to his trainer.
+
+"Haven't much doubt about it; here's Tommy, ask him," was the reply.
+
+Tommy Colley was Alan's jockey.  He came up wearing the brown jacket,
+with blue sleeves and cap--the Chesney colors.  He was one of the old
+school, rode with longer stirrups than the modern jockeys, although he
+had in a measure conformed to the crouching seat.  Alan's friends
+wondered why he stuck to Tommy, some of them considered he was getting
+past it, but Alan had a knack of keeping to old hands who had done him
+good service.  In business this caused many a split with the manager,
+Duncan Fraser.
+
+"Like his chance, Tommy?" asked Alan, looking at Robin.
+
+"Very much.  I rode him in his gallop, he ought to win; and that filly
+of yours is a hummer," said the jockey enthusiastically.
+
+"And The Duke?"
+
+"Good, but Evelyn and Robin Hood are better."
+
+"Is this your jockey?" asked Ella.
+
+"Yes; Tommy, this is Miss Hallam, an Australian, a friend of Miss
+Berkeley's."
+
+"They bring some good horses from Australia," said Tommy.
+
+"And probably my father will have two or three of the best when he
+arrives," she said.
+
+There was little time to spare and they returned to the stand, Harry
+Morby with them.
+
+Having seen Ella to the box Alan went with Harry to the ring.  The
+second race was over and the numbers had been called out for the Epsom
+Plate; the bookmakers were already shouting the odds.
+
+"Craker's horse is a hot pot," said Harry, "there'll be danger in that
+quarter.  When Peet puts his money down he generally has good reason
+for it."
+
+Peet Craker was a big bookmaker, owner of horses, a heavy bettor on his
+own animals; he had an enormous business on the course and off.
+
+The horse in question was Bittern, a champion over seven furlongs, he
+could not quite stay the mile, and he was conceding ten pounds to Robin
+Hood.
+
+Alan knew Craker well, the bookmaker often did business with him and
+for him.  Sometimes he went to Trent Park.  He was a man of good
+education, there was no coarseness about him.
+
+"Your horse is favorite, Peet," said Alan.
+
+"He has a big chance if he can beat yours," was the reply.
+
+"Ten pounds is a lot to give Robin Hood over seven furlongs," said Alan.
+
+"My fellow's very well."
+
+"So is mine."
+
+"I'll save a monkey with you," said the bookmaker.
+
+"All right, I'm agreeable," was Alan's reply.
+
+Peet Craker looked at him as he walked away.
+
+"Wonder if Robin Hood is as good as Skane thinks," he muttered.  "If he
+beats Bittern he's a good 'un.  I'll stand mine, but I'm glad we're
+saving a monkey."
+
+Alan put money on freely when he fancied his horses, but he seldom bet
+on other people's.  He backed Robin Hood to win a large sum.  Having
+finished his business in the ring he returned to Evelyn's box with
+Harry Morby.
+
+The horses got away as they entered; a black jacket, white sash and
+cap, in front.
+
+"Peet's luck's in, that's Bittern," said Alan; "a good start makes all
+the difference over this distance."
+
+The field came down the slope at a great pace.  There were fifteen
+horses; in the center was Robin Hood, he seemed to be hemmed in.
+
+Tommy was savage.  Not only had Robin Hood been kicked at the post, but
+also badly bumped and knocked out of his stride when they were going.
+He used forcible language to the offending jockey, who retaliated in
+kind.
+
+Bittern liked to make the running, and his rider, Will Gunner, knew his
+mount well.  He had not the slightest doubt about winning; everything
+was in the horse's favor.  Peet Craker looked through his glasses, saw
+his colors a couple of lengths in front, and lowered them, quite
+satisfied.
+
+At the foot of the slope Bittern still led, followed by Lantern, Topsy,
+and Retreat; Robin Hood seemed out of it.
+
+"Rotten luck, Alan," said Harry.  "He was knocked about at the start."
+
+"Was he?  I didn't see it," he replied.
+
+"He's coming now!" said Ella excitedly.
+
+"So he is!" said Eve.  "He has a chance yet."
+
+Alan smiled as he said:
+
+"It's remote.  He's a greater horse than I think if he can win."
+
+Tommy Colley's hopes revived.  Robin Hood was going great guns, his
+speed was tremendous.  In a second or two he ran into third place, then
+going on he came behind Bittern, and Will Gunner scented danger.  The
+two jockeys were old rivals, and great friends.  Gunner's style was the
+crouch seat for all it was worth; he often chaffed Tommy about his long
+legs.  The different attitudes of the two were apparent as they joined
+issue at the distance.
+
+Robin Hood never flinched under the whip, and sometimes required a
+reminder that a little extra exertion was required.  Tommy gave him a
+couple of sharp cuts, and the brown and blue drew level with the black
+and white.
+
+Both jockeys were hard at it.  Bittern was game, but the ten pounds he
+was giving away began to tell.
+
+In Evelyn's box there was much excitement, the finish being watched
+with breathless interest.  Neck and neck the pair raced, and the
+struggle was continued up to the winning-post.  Nobody knew which won
+until Robin Hood's number went up.
+
+There followed congratulations all round.  The party had won, there was
+much jubilation.
+
+In the evening Alan came round to Regent's House and found bridge in
+full swing; he cared little for cards.  Evelyn, who was playing,
+greeted him with a smile; so did Ella, who sat at the same table as her
+hostess.
+
+Later on there was music.  Ella had a fine voice, she sang well, there
+was evidence of careful training.  Evelyn played as few amateurs play,
+and as an accompanist she was hard to equal.
+
+"Thanks so much," said Ella.  "You play splendidly."
+
+"And your singing is lovely," answered Eve.
+
+Ella received the compliments modestly.  She knew she sang well and
+there was no hesitation when asked.  She found herself talking to Alan;
+Evelyn was distributing her conversation among her guests.  She knew
+how to play the hostess, and it was easy to see how popular she was;
+the men gathered round paying court to her.  She saw Alan and his
+companion at the head of the card-room and frowned slightly.  Harry
+Morby saw the direction of her glance, noted the expression of her
+face, and thought:
+
+"Alan's making a mess of it.  Can't he see she loves him?  He must be
+blind if he can't.  She'll be taking on somebody else just to show him
+she doesn't care, but she does very much indeed."
+
+It was not a late night.  Evelyn said they must be fresh for Derby Day.
+
+Ella bade Evelyn good-night as she was about to enter her room.
+
+"I hope you have enjoyed your day," said Eve.
+
+"Very much indeed.  How well you do everything!" answered Ella.
+
+"Glad you think so.  Do you know, Ella, I fancy you've made a conquest!"
+
+"I haven't had much time," was the laughing reply, "but I don't mind
+telling you I'm out for conquest if I come across the right man.  I
+have Dad's permission; he thinks I shall be left on his hands, and I
+don't wish to be a burden to the poor dear."
+
+She spoke lightly, but Eve thought she meant more than she intended to
+convey.
+
+"Mr. Chesney admires you I am sure," she said.
+
+"You're quite wrong, my dear; he has eyes for nobody but you.  I
+noticed it when he was talking to me to-night," said Ella.
+
+As Evelyn had seen Alan much interested in Ella's conversation, and
+never had a glance from him, she had her doubts about this.
+
+"Don't talk nonsense," she answered.  "You know very well you occupied
+the whole of his attention, and one can't blame him; you are really
+very charming, and looked quite winning to-night."
+
+Eve went along the corridor and Ella entered her room.  She sat in an
+easy-chair thinking over the events of the day.  The scene at Epsom,
+the racing, the excitement of winning did not occupy her; Alan Chesney
+predominated to the exclusion of all else.  From the first he had
+roused her interest, if not something deeper.  She found it easy to
+tread love's way where he was concerned; she would race along it in her
+gladness of heart hoping to win the prize in the end.  He had already,
+in so short a time, shown her many little attentions.  It was his way
+with women, but she accepted it exclusively for herself.  That evening
+he had been interested in what she said; she had been frank and candid,
+telling him freely about herself and it had not bored him.  She was in
+doubt as to how he felt toward Eve.  He did not show any special
+feeling toward her, of that she was sure, yet some men conceal their
+thoughts admirably.  When she came to consider Eve it was different;
+they were friends, comrades of many years' standing; she was Eve's
+guest, had been invited to The Forest to spend some weeks.  It would
+never do to come between Eve and Alan Chesney if--if there was anything
+between them.  She hoped there was nothing, but was not sure.  She
+tried to persuade herself Chesney was nothing more to Eve than a good
+friend, but in this she failed.  She was almost sure Eve loved him, and
+if so she must not attempt to rival her.  She smiled, a little sadly,
+as she thought it would be a difficult matter for any woman to rival
+Eve in the affections of a man; also she had a conscience, and it was
+apt to be particular on questions of principle.
+
+It was Derby Day to-morrow, there was no reason why she should not look
+at her best, so, like a sensible woman, she went to rest.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+A FLYING FILLY
+
+A great crowd at Epsom, a Derby Day crowd bent on enjoyment and backing
+winners.  Ella gazed at the wonderful scene in astonishment; it was
+different from anything she had seen.
+
+It was not a new sight to Eve, and she smiled at her friend's amazement.
+
+"I never expected anything like this," said Ella.
+
+"Is it equal to a Melbourne Cup crowd?" asked Eve.
+
+"More people, of course; but it is quite different."
+
+"In what way?"
+
+"I hardly know, everything is different, the course, the people, the
+stands, the ring, that seething mass down there," and she pointed to
+Tattersalls.
+
+"Wait till you see the favorite's number go up, then there'll be
+something to look at," said Alan.
+
+"Is Merry Monarch favorite?" she asked.
+
+"No, Gold Star and he'll about win."
+
+"Don't you believe him," said Eve, "he's deceiving you; my tip will
+win, Merry Monarch, I had it straight from the Baron."
+
+"Who's the Baron?" asked Ella.
+
+"A great admirer of Eve's," said Alan.
+
+"Is that true?" asked Ella.
+
+"Mr. Chesney states it as a fact; I am not aware of it," was the reply.
+
+They went into the paddock and inspected some of the horses, but the
+crush was so great they were glad to return to the box.
+
+Half an hour before the great race there was a scene of unparalleled
+excitement, for there had been much wagering for some weeks and several
+of the runners were heavily backed.  Orbit came with a rush in the
+market and touched four to one; Merry Monarch was at eights, a good
+price, for the Baron was a popular idol with the public.
+
+Nothing, however, shook the position of Gold Star, who was firm as a
+rock, and Alan accepted five to four about him in thousands; somehow,
+he was not inclined to save on Merry Monarch, was it because the Baron
+had given Eve the tip?
+
+The parade was interesting; the new colors of the sixteen riders
+flashed in the sun, the horses' coats shone like satin.
+
+Gunner was on the favorite.  Tommy Colley rode Orbit, Ben Bradley Merry
+Monarch.  He was a great horseman, quite at the top of the tree.  His
+finishes were superb, he had snatched many a race out of the fire--on
+the post.
+
+Nothing looked better than the Baron's horse as they went past on the
+way to the post; the scarlet jacket glided along quickly, heading the
+others.  Gold Star and Orbit were much fancied.  Curlew, Halton, and
+Sniper had friends.  Postman was the outsider, a two-hundred-to-one
+chance; only a few pounds went on him for the sake of the odds.
+
+Thousands of people watched the horses, little dreaming that in another
+twelve months Epsom Downs would be vacant on Derby Day and wounded
+soldiers the only occupants of the stand, turned into a hospital.
+There was, however, a shadow of war over the land, and rumors had been
+ripe for some time that all was not well.  Nobody on this wonderful
+day, however, anticipated the storm would burst so soon.  There had
+been false alarms before, rumblings of thunder from Europe, but the
+country was lulled with a sense of security which events completely
+shattered.  Hundreds of men watching the Derby were lying dead on the
+battlefields before twelve months had passed.
+
+The race commenced, and after a roar of "They're off!" the shouting
+ceased, there was a peculiar stillness for a few moments, then the
+hubbub broke out again, gradually increasing as the horses came along.
+
+"What's that in white?" asked Eve.
+
+"Postman, a two-hundred-to-one chance," said Alan.
+
+The outsider was lengths in front, his jockey had been instructed to
+come right away and do the best he could.  It was a forlorn hope, such
+tactics were more likely to succeed than others because they would not
+be anticipated.
+
+Gold Star and Merry Monarch were racing together in good positions; so
+were Orbit and Curlew; while Sniper was at the tail end of the field.
+
+Ella thought it a strange uphill and down course, very different from
+the flat tracks of Flemington, Caulfield, and Ranwick.  She would not
+have been surprised to see a spill at one of the bends, and when
+Tattenham Corner was reached she gave a gasp as she saw two or three
+riders dangerously near the rails.  Once in the straight the excitement
+broke loose, the strange, wonderful excitement a race for the Derby
+causes and which is like no other vast human emotion anywhere, and for
+any cause.  The Derby thrill has a hold upon people that nothing else
+has, and is repeated year after year.  There are men who have seen many
+Derbies decided and for thirty years or more in succession have
+experienced the thrill of the race.
+
+A Derby transplanted from Epsom is a mere ordinary race.  It is the
+famous surroundings cause the fascination, and Epsom Downs shares the
+fame of Derby Day.
+
+Gold Star picked his way through to the front, and as he took the lead
+there was a tremendous shout for the favorite.  It made Ella start, and
+Eve said:
+
+"Something worth seeing and hearing, is it not?"
+
+"Wonderful!" exclaimed Ella, her face eager with excitement.
+
+Although Gold Star held such a prominent position his victory was not
+yet assured, for on the right, in the center of the course, came Merry
+Monarch, and Orbit, with Postman still struggling gamely.  They reached
+the stands amid terrific din, a pandemonium of sound, and people
+pressed hard on to the rails, five or six deep, in the vain hope of
+seeing the tops of the riders' heads, and gleaning some information as
+to the likely winner from the color of their caps.
+
+As they neared the Judge's box Ben Bradley prepared for his famous
+rush.  He had Merry Monarch well in hand, the horse had not yet felt
+the pressure, that was to come suddenly, in a second.  Gold Star strode
+up the rise followed by Orbit, and again and again he was proclaimed
+the winner.
+
+But a race is never won until the winning-post is passed, and much may
+happen in a few strides.  Tommy's vigorous riding gave his mount a
+chance; but Bradley pushed Merry Monarch on, and inch by inch, yard by
+yard, he raced up to the favorite, joined issue, and a great finish
+began.
+
+The tumult was tremendous.  Ella was amazed; she had seen the
+excitement of a Melbourne Cup but it was nothing to this.  The crowd
+swayed in masses, the movement dazzled; it resembled a flickering film
+before the "movies" were improved upon.
+
+Down the course thousands of people, commencing at Tattenham Corner
+were running at top speed, anxious to discover what had won.  Before
+they knew, the result was out in Fleet Street and the boys were
+careering toward the City and the West End spreading the tidings.
+
+Bradley's great rush proved effective.  He got every ounce out of his
+mount and Merry Monarch beat Gold Star by half a length.  The usual
+scene followed as the winner was turned round and came back to the
+enclosure through a living lane, the Baron proudly leading his horse,
+raising his hat in answer to the deafening cheers.  It was the great
+moment of his life, as it is to every man who has experienced the
+sensation of leading in a Derby winner.
+
+Eve was delighted, she had a good win.  She chaffed Alan unmercifully;
+he took it in good part.  Ella looked at him sympathetically, she had
+lost her money.
+
+"I suppose you were on the winner?" said Harry Morby.
+
+"No, I followed Mr. Chesney's advice," said Ella ruefully.
+
+Eve heard her and said:
+
+"It's your own fault; I gave you the tip, the Baron's tip--it was worth
+following."
+
+Next day The Duke won the Royal Stakes and Evelyn Berkeley's friends
+had another good win.
+
+Oaks Day turned out most enjoyable.  The sun shone brightly, the ladies
+were in force, the dresses worthy of the occasion.
+
+Alan had paid particular attention to Eve after the Derby, and any
+little jealousy she might have felt regarding Ella was dispelled.
+
+Harry Morby devoted himself to Ella, and they appeared to get on well
+together.
+
+The Acorn Stakes brought out ten runners, a beautiful lot of fillies,
+all trained to the hour; but Evelyn stood out from the rest as the gem
+of the lot and was a raging hot favorite at even money.
+
+Eve wore the Chesney colors and never looked better; all eyes were on
+her in the paddock as she moved gracefully about with Alan and her
+friends.  From the box they looked down into the ring and heard the
+cries of "Even money the field."
+
+"The money is being piled on your namesake," said Harry.  "She is
+splendid; and by Jove, Miss Berkeley, you're more than a match for her!
+You're positively dazzling!  She must win--she can't help it.  I saw
+her eying you in the paddock--wonder what she thought?"
+
+Eve laughed heartily as she said:
+
+"So you think she will win.  I hope so.  Evelyn's a good name for a
+winner."
+
+"It is, you are always a winner," said Harry.
+
+"I'm not so sure about that," replied Eve; and he saw her glance rested
+on Alan.
+
+"He's having a wonderful week," said Harry, following her glance.
+
+"Splendid.  Don't you think he deserves his luck?"
+
+"Yes; he's a generous, warm-hearted fellow, but in some things he's
+blind."
+
+"Indeed?  What are they?"
+
+"I will not venture to say; perhaps you can guess," answered Harry,
+laughing.
+
+Baron Childs entered the box.  He soon monopolized Eve; it was evident
+he admired her.
+
+"Better chance it," said Harry to Alan; "you may lose her."
+
+He laughed as he said:
+
+"I can't compete with the Baron."
+
+When the tapes went up Evelyn jumped off in front, racing down the
+slope at a great pace.
+
+Fred Skane had said it was the best thing of the meeting and he proved
+right.  It was marvelous how the flying filly galloped; there was no
+fault in her movements.  Tommy sat still, letting her run her own race.
+It was her first appearance and she showed no signs of nervousness.
+
+She lead from start to finish, winning in a canter by five lengths in
+very fast time; a great performance, recognized and cheered as such.
+
+"It was good of you, Alan, to call such a flyer Evelyn," said Eve.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+A WALK AND A TALK
+
+Carl Meason was active, traveling about the country in his motor,
+waxing enthusiastic over the scenery, expatiating to Abel Head on the
+beauties of Nottinghamshire.
+
+"Never been on such roads; they are splendid.  You can go the pace,
+there's plenty of room, not too much traffic.  I like to bowl along
+without endangering lives.  I'm a careful driver and avoid danger."
+
+At night he still worked at his maps, the occupation being congenial.
+
+"The reason I'm a good surveyor," he said, "is because I like my work;
+a man never does well when his occupation is against his inclinations."
+
+Abel listened, making few remarks.  He had his opinion about Meason and
+his motoring tours.  Letters seldom came to the Sherwood Inn for
+Meason, he had but little correspondence, his instructions were
+explicit, requiring no reminders.  He seemed fond of the country life,
+walked in the parks when he had nothing special on hand.  His figure
+became familiar, but so far he had hardly spoken to anybody.
+
+Once or twice he met Jane Thrush and admired her good looks, but was
+careful not to offend, and had not spoken to her although he wished to
+do so.  Jane took very little notice of people she did not know, but
+she could not fail to see that Carl went out of his way to meet her.
+This amused her.  She wondered why he crossed her path.  If he spoke to
+her she would not be offended; in the country greetings were often
+passed without an introduction.
+
+Meason saw her go into the old ruins and wondered what she did there.
+Once he waited a long time for her to come out and she did not appear.
+
+Next time he was in that direction he went into the place and was
+surprised to see a neat, pretty cottage almost hidden away in one
+corner.  He wondered who lived there, probably the girl and her
+parents.  He asked Abel about the place and found the head-keeper and
+his daughter occupied it.
+
+"Is that the pretty girl I sometimes see in the Park?" he asked.
+
+"No doubt," said Abel: "that's Jane Thrush.  She's lived there with her
+father nearly all her life."
+
+"Queer place for a young girl; it must be lonely," said Carl.
+
+"She doesn't find it so.  She'd rather live there than anywhere; and
+she's quite safe, nobody would dare interfere with her.  Tom's a
+roughish customer; any slight or insult to his daughter would be
+resented," said Abel, looking at him in a peculiar way.
+
+A few days later Carl met Jane Thrush going toward Little Trent.  He
+bade her good-morning and she replied.  Her tone was friendly.  He made
+advances which she did not resent and said, in answer to his question,
+she had no objection to his walking with her to the village.  Carl was
+delighted; he was never short of conversation, and he was the man to
+interest such a girl.  He spoke with deference, explaining he was
+staying at the Sherwood Inn and found it lonely.  It was quite a treat
+to have somebody to talk to, Abel Head was not very loquacious.
+
+Jane laughed as she said:
+
+"Abel can talk fast enough sometimes; you ought to hear him and Father,
+they are never at a loss for something to say."
+
+"I don't think I have met your father," he said.
+
+"He's seldom out in the daytime; his duties are mostly at night.  He's
+Mr. Chesney's game-keeper."
+
+"That's an important position I should think; there seems to be plenty
+of game in Trent Park."
+
+"There is when you know where to find it.  Do you know Mr. Chesney?"
+
+"I have not that pleasure.  Of course you know him?"
+
+"Very well; he is a nice man, so friendly.  He gave me Jack," said Jane.
+
+"Who's Jack?"
+
+"My dog, a big black retriever; he's generally with me but I left him
+at home to-day; there have been tramps about lately."
+
+"Poachers?"
+
+"Oh no, they are quite different, but Father can't bear the sight of
+such men.  He says they are useless vagabonds and will steal anything
+they can lay their hands on."
+
+Carl smiled.
+
+"I wonder if he thinks I'm one of that sort?" he said.
+
+"He knows you are not.  Abel told him you are always very busy making
+maps, that you are a surveyor."
+
+"So he's talked me over with Abel?"
+
+"Yes; I fancy they both wonder why you picked on Sherwood Inn to work
+in."
+
+"That's easily explained; because it's quiet, and such a splendid
+country.  I love the country; I came across it quite by accident, I was
+motoring and stopped there for lunch; it struck me as an ideal place to
+work in," he said.
+
+"And when you are not at work you like to ramble about the country."
+
+"Yes, it is a pleasant relaxation.  There are many charming spots about
+here I have not seen, there is no one to guide me," he said.  "That old
+ruin where your cottage is must have an interesting history, and the
+keep with the moat round."
+
+"It is, very interesting.  I know a good deal about it.  Mr. Chesney
+lent me a book which gives a very good description of it and what it
+used to be," said Jane.
+
+"Perhaps you will let me see it?" he said.
+
+"I cannot lend it to you, but I will show it to you if----" she
+hesitated.
+
+"Will you allow me to call and see it?" he asked.
+
+"I do not know whether my father would like it; I will ask him."
+
+"Do, please; I shall be so much obliged.  Perhaps he will show me round
+when he has a little spare time?"
+
+"Father does not take to everybody, but I think he will like you," said
+Jane naively.
+
+Carl Meason felt gratified at this remark.
+
+"Why do you think he will like me?" he asked.
+
+"Because you talk well; he likes a chat with a well-informed man."
+
+"You think I am well informed?"
+
+"Yes; you have traveled in many countries; it must be interesting.  I
+have not gone far from here, only Nottingham."
+
+"No farther, never been to London?"
+
+"Never."
+
+"Would you like to go?"
+
+"Yes, but not to stay there; I do not care for cities."
+
+They were in Little Trent and as they passed the Sherwood Inn Abel Head
+saw them.
+
+"Well, I'm dashed!" he exclaimed.  "I wonder what Tom would say to
+that.  Confound the fellow, he seems to make headway.  Wonder how Jane
+came across him?"
+
+Carl left her shortly after and went into the Inn.  He knew Abel had
+seen them, saw him looking through the window.
+
+"Nice girl, Jane Thrush," said Carl; "a very nice girl, and seems well
+brought up."
+
+"She is a nice girl," replied Abel; "also well brought up.  How came
+you to know her?"
+
+"Quite casually; said good-morning; she responded.  Asked her if I
+might have the pleasure of walking to the village with her; no harm
+done, I assure you.  What I like about this country is people are so
+free and easy; it's far better, much pleasanter, don't you think so?"
+said Carl.
+
+"It all depends.  It is as well not to trust strangers.  I don't think
+Tom Thrush would like his daughter to talk to anybody," said Abel.
+
+"Good Lord, why not?  Why shouldn't she talk to me?" exclaimed Carl.
+
+"Ask him; perhaps he'll tell you," said Abel.
+
+"I will.  She's promised to ask him to show me round when he has a bit
+of spare time."
+
+"Has she now?  Well, I'm blessed!  I wonder what he'll say?"
+
+"I'll make it worth his while.  I don't suppose he'll be too proud to
+accept a fiver," said Carl.
+
+To this Abel said nothing.  He knew Tom Thrush's failing--love of
+money.  The game-keeper was not miserly, but he dearly loved handling
+gold, and Abel surmised he had saved a "tidy sum."
+
+As Jane walked home alone, she thought what a pleasant gentleman the
+stranger was, and how nicely he talked; she never for a moment dreamed
+there was any harm in speaking to him or allowing him to walk with her
+to the village.  Jane Thrush never knew a mother's care, at least not
+long enough to influence her life, and her father left her very much to
+herself.  She was accustomed to talk to people she met, tourists, and
+visitors to Trent Park and the Forest.  Intercourse with them broadened
+her views; she regarded Carl Meason as one of them and he had proved
+agreeable.
+
+As for Carl Meason, he was eager to meet her again; he had few scruples
+where such girls as Jane Thrush were concerned, and he felt he had made
+a favorable impression which he meant to cultivate.
+
+"She's a very pretty lass indeed," he said to himself.  "Quite
+innocent, sees no harm in anything, not even me.  I'll beard her father
+in his cottage; it won't take me long to find out his weaknesses, I'm
+used to it.  I'm glad I spoke to her; she'll help to kill time in this
+infernal slow hole.  I shall be glad when things get a move on.  By
+Jove, if the folks round here ever find out what I am when the business
+begins in earnest, there'll be ructions.  I shall have to clear out
+quick.  There's a lot of risk in what I'm doing but the pay's good and
+it will be a lot better later on.  What fools they are in England!
+Can't see danger, never suspect anybody."
+
+Jane spoke to her father about meeting Carl Meason.  He did not
+consider it anything out of the way for his daughter to walk to the
+village with him; he knew she was often asked questions about the
+neighborhood by strangers; sometimes he showed them round when they
+made it worth his while; he was always eager to add a few pounds to his
+store.  He had every confidence in Jane; she was self-reliant, not a
+"silly wench" whose head was likely to be turned by compliments.
+
+"What sort of man is he?" he asked.  "Abel don't seem to think much of
+him anyhow."
+
+"You'll like his company; he talks well, and knows a lot.  Abel's not
+accustomed to a man like this," said Jane.
+
+"It puzzles me what he is doing at a place like Little Trent," said her
+father.
+
+"He told me he came across the Sherwood Inn when he was motoring and
+thought it just the place for him to work quietly in," she said.
+
+"A surveyor, Abel says; not much he don't find out," said Tom.
+
+"There's company at The Forest," said Jane.  "A beautiful lady, almost
+a match for Miss Berkeley."
+
+"Never a match for her, there couldn't be; she's the most beautiful
+woman of her time, and also a good 'un; I often think Mr. Chesney is a
+fool not to marry her," said Tom.
+
+"Perhaps she'll not have him, Father; he may have asked her," answered
+Jane.
+
+"I saw him to-day," said Tom.
+
+"Mr. Chesney?"
+
+"Yes; he gave me a present, and there's one for you, Jane.  Here it is;
+he never forgets folks when he has a win," said Tom, handing her a
+small parcel.
+
+Jane opened it eagerly, then gave a gasp and an exclamation of
+delighted surprise.
+
+"Isn't it beautiful, Father!  How good of him!"  And she showed him a
+small horseshoe brooch set with rubies; it was an exquisite piece of
+jewelry.
+
+"Must have cost a tidy bit," said Tom, as he handled it tenderly.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+FRASER'S INFORMATION
+
+Duncan Fraser sat in his private room at the brewery in deep thought;
+no one interrupted him: he gave orders and they were never disobeyed.
+A stern-looking man, not given to making many friends, yet there was a
+kindly heart beneath a severe exterior.  The manager of a great
+concern, he was admirably suited to the position, accustomed to handle
+and make decisions promptly, no shilly-shallying or "wait and see"
+about his actions.  Very few people were aware he possessed unique
+opportunities of getting behind the scenes, learning government moves,
+acquiring knowledge beforehand which was advantageous in his dealings.
+
+Information had recently come to him from a valued and trusted
+correspondent in Germany, and he was considering how best to use it to
+the advantage of the firm.  The heavy taxes on the brewers hit
+Chesney's hard, but they were able to stand them better than most
+firms; still he knew there must be a considerable diminution in
+dividends, consequently in Alan Chesney's income.
+
+It irritated him when he thought how careless the head of the firm was
+in money matters.  Alan appeared to regard the brewery as a huge
+concern from which he could drain money as freely as beer ran into the
+casks.  He made up his mind to talk seriously to Alan; he had a high
+opinion of his judgment and intelligence when he cared to exert those
+qualities.  He expected him to arrive in half an hour and knew what to
+expect.  Alan would rush up in his motor, say he had only a few minutes
+to spare, then dash off again as he arrived--in a hurry.
+
+The head of the firm was always in a hurry; never seemed to have a
+minute to spare; the "racing rush" took hold of him.  Duncan Fraser
+smiled grimly as he thought how Alan careered about the country in
+pursuit of his favorite pastime.
+
+"Here he is," said Duncan, as he heard the powerful motor stop, and
+thud.
+
+Alan came into the room in a hurry.  He was not in the best of humors;
+why the deuce couldn't Fraser manage without dragging him there?  He
+had carte blanche as to how he should act.
+
+"Suppose you'll not keep me long," said Alan impatiently.
+
+"Longer than usual," was the reply.
+
+"Hang it all, I want to go to the races this afternoon.  You must cut
+it short, please, Fraser."
+
+"This is more important than racing; I have just received some valuable
+information from Berlin."
+
+Alan became interested.
+
+"Berlin!" he exclaimed.  "What's up there?"
+
+"War; it will break out before long."
+
+"Who is your informant?"
+
+Fraser handed him the letter.
+
+"Read that," he said.
+
+Alan did so.
+
+"By Jove!" he exclaimed.  "This looks serious.  Can you rely upon it?"
+
+"Yes," said Fraser, with a characteristic snap of his firm lips.
+
+Alan put the letter down and a gloomy look settled on his face.
+
+"War," he said, "and I'll be out of it, confound the thing!  I'm sorry
+I don't hold a commission."
+
+"I am not.  You can't be in the army and look after things here," said
+Fraser.
+
+"You look after them.  It's no use trying to convince me I'm necessary
+to the existence of the firm, because I'm not; I haven't the governor's
+capacity for business," said Alan.
+
+"I don't know so much about that; you've never been properly tested."
+
+Alan laughed.
+
+"And have no desire to be," he said.
+
+"I have drawn up some figures; they are formidable.  If you agree to my
+plans, and war breaks out, we shall save hundreds of thousands of
+pounds.  It means a tremendous outlay, but it's worth it; just go into
+this, I'll be back in half an hour," said Fraser, as he placed some
+long sheets on the table.
+
+"I'm no hand at figures," said Alan.
+
+"You'll see the force of these in five minutes," said Fraser.
+
+"Then why give me half an hour?"
+
+"Because I want you to thoroughly master them; I can't undertake the
+responsibility alone."
+
+"Would you undertake it if you owned the brewery?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"That's enough for me, but I'll go into them to satisfy you."
+
+"And yourself, you'll be more than satisfied," said Fraser as he left
+the room.
+
+Alan became interested in the figures, which related to the buying of
+barley, hops, and a variety of brewing necessaries.
+
+"What a grasp of figures he has!" muttered Alan.  "Convincing too; I
+can see it plain enough.  Hundreds of thousands saved; he's right--if
+there's war."
+
+That was the main point--war; and all depended on the information
+Duncan Fraser had received from his correspondent in Berlin.  He was
+still studying the papers, making pencil notes, when Fraser entered the
+room.  The manager smiled as he saw him.
+
+"You're a wonderful man," said Alan, looking up.
+
+Fraser shook his head.
+
+"You're wrong; there's nothing wonderful about me.  I'm a fair business
+man, I look ahead, and I know my own mind once I see things clearly.
+How does it work out?" he asked.
+
+"It's splendid, the outlay is enormous, it will be perfectly justified
+if war breaks out; everything will rise rapidly, and there'll be a
+tremendous taxation," said Alan.
+
+"What would you advise?" asked Fraser.
+
+"Risk it and buy as you suggest," said Alan.
+
+"There is no risk if you allude to war; it's bound to come.  Do you
+know there are thousands of German spies in this country?  There are
+two or three here in the firm, and they've got to go," said Fraser.
+
+Alan laughed.
+
+"You'll make a clean sweep of them?" he said.
+
+"Yes, and no delay about it.  There's----" and he mentioned the names.
+"Are you of my opinion?"
+
+"Yes; you must give them some reason, they work well."
+
+"They all do, but it's in their interests--I mean the interests of
+their country.  They worm out secrets, they are utterly unscrupulous,
+nothing is safe from them," said Fraser.
+
+"Then out with them.  I say, Fraser, you get hold of some remarkable
+information; how do you manage it?" asked Alan.
+
+"I pick my friends; I am careful.  What do you think that letter from
+Berlin is worth?" asked Fraser.
+
+"A good round sum."
+
+"A thousand?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then he shall have it."
+
+"You think it is worth that?"
+
+"I do."
+
+"Then we can't be far out in giving it," said Alan.
+
+"You think I am too careful?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"It would be better if you were," was the answer.
+
+Alan moved impatiently in his chair.
+
+"I don't consider I spend too much."
+
+Duncan Fraser looked at him with a kindly light in his somewhat hard
+eyes.
+
+"This is a great business," he said slowly, "or it would never stand
+the strain.  Take my advice and cut down expenses; we're in for lean
+years."
+
+Alan laughed as he replied:
+
+"What an old croaker you are!"
+
+He got up, put on his motor coat and held out his hand.
+
+"I am glad you sent for me," he said.  "I shall just have time to get
+to the course before the first race."
+
+"Would it matter if you missed it?" said Fraser quietly.
+
+"No actual damage would be done if I did miss it.  Still, I'd rather be
+there; I promised to meet some friends."
+
+"Then I conclude you agree with me and will buy?"
+
+"Certainly; it will be a great stroke of business.  I wonder if others
+are thinking of the same thing?"
+
+"They do not know as much as we--yet," replied Fraser.
+
+"Will you join me at Trent Park for the weekend?" said Alan.  "There
+will be no visitors."
+
+"With pleasure," replied Fraser.  "I always enjoy a few days at your
+lovely place."
+
+On Friday Duncan went to Trent Park.  Alan welcomed him cordially,
+although he had half repented asking him: the manager's presence always
+seemed to subdue everything, even Alan's exuberant spirits.  This
+feeling, however, quickly vanished on the present occasion, for Duncan
+Fraser was in an unusually cheerful mood and for once in a way left
+business behind him.
+
+Alan had to meet a prospective buyer at the Stud, and as Duncan knew
+nothing, and cared less, about horses he preferred to go for a stroll
+in the Park.  During his walk he met Eve Berkeley and her friend, Ella
+Hallam.  The manager saw little of ladies' society, but he knew Eve and
+liked her; he could hardly fail to be attracted by her.
+
+He went to The Forest with them and remained for lunch.  He knew Alan
+would not miss him, probably surmise where he was.  He rather liked
+Ella, she was unaffected and talked freely on many subjects; when he
+left she told Eve she thought him a very agreeable man.
+
+Eve laughed as she replied:
+
+"He is a very sensible man.  It is lucky for Alan he has him in charge
+at Chesney's, or I'm afraid the business would be sadly neglected."
+
+"Is Mr. Chesney not a good business man?" asked Ella.
+
+"Not according to Mr. Fraser."
+
+Ella was rather disappointed she had not met Alan Chesney since her
+stay at The Forest.  She wondered why he did not call; Eve told her he
+often came.
+
+Duncan Fraser explained where he had been and pronounced in favor of
+Ella Hallam.
+
+"By Jove!  I forgot all about her being at The Forest," said Alan.  "I
+met her in Derby week, a jolly girl; I daresay she improves on
+acquaintance."
+
+"She evidently did not make much of an impression on you," said Duncan
+smiling.
+
+"I wonder how long she will stay?" said Alan, half to himself.
+
+"I think she said she was going to London to meet her father."
+
+"He's bringing one or two horses from Australia; he has a great opinion
+of them; I must try and convince him ours are better."
+
+"Strange how some men are so fascinated by horses," said Fraser.
+
+"You care nothing about them?" said Alan, with a tinge of contempt in
+his voice.
+
+"No, they have never interested me; perhaps it is because I never had
+any spare time for them; I've been a worker all my life."
+
+"You despise racing men?"
+
+"Oh no; I think some of them are uncommonly sharp," said Duncan.
+
+"They are too sharp sometimes," laughed Alan.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+THE MAN UNDER THE LAMP
+
+"Sorry I have not called before," said Alan, as he shook hands with
+Ella Hallam, "but by way of a change I have been busy."
+
+"I thought you were always busy," she replied.
+
+"On the contrary, I am afraid I neglect my duties sometimes, but then I
+have such an excellent manager."
+
+"Mr. Fraser?"
+
+"Yes.  You have met him; what do you think of him?" asked Alan.
+
+"I like him.  He struck me as a man of strong character," she answered.
+
+"He is.  He has a wonderful grasp of everything connected with the
+firm," said Alan.
+
+Eve entered the room.  She said:
+
+"I thought you had forgotten I lived at The Forest."
+
+Alan laughed.
+
+"I'm not likely to forget that," he said.
+
+"My father arrives next week," said Ella.  "I have written to him; he
+will get the letter at Naples.  I told him you were anxious to test the
+merits of his horses."
+
+"He is coming here," said Eve.  "I thought it would be nice for Ella to
+welcome him at The Forest."
+
+"And I shall be delighted to show him round; he will be interested in
+my stud," said Alan.
+
+"I hear it is one of the best in England," said Ella.
+
+"I think it compares favorably with most of them," he answered.
+
+He remained about an hour, declined to stay for lunch, and Eve did not
+press him.
+
+He motored to the stud and found Sam Kerridge, his stud groom, waiting
+for him.  Sam had been at the stud since its foundation.  He was a
+clever man with horses, an excellent judge, and a shrewd buyer.
+
+"That American has been here again," he said.  "He's dead set on buying
+Mameluke; I have tried to convince him he's not for sale."
+
+"So have I," said Alan with a laugh.  "Perhaps he thinks you can
+persuade me to part with him; Valentine Braund is a persevering man."
+
+"Like most Americans, he has plenty of cheek," said Sam.  "It's a big
+offer he has made."
+
+"Thirty thousand, and Mameluke's not a young horse," said Alan.
+
+"It's tempting," said Sam.
+
+"I have half a mind to take it," said Alan.  "There's Alfonso coming
+on; he ought to make a name for himself."
+
+"He will.  I think he'll beat Mameluke's record," said Sam.
+
+"That will be difficult.  What did you say to Braund?"
+
+"Not much; he didn't seem to believe me when I said money would not buy
+him."
+
+"I'll think it over; it's a big price," said Alan.
+
+He went round the stud with Sam and as usual found everything in order.
+Mameluke was a splendid dark bay horse, Alfonso a bright chestnut;
+there was little to choose between them in point of appearance.  Alan
+was very fond of Mameluke; the horse had done good service at the stud,
+sired many big winners, and he was reluctant to part with him.  Alfonso
+was worthy to take his place as the leading sire.  He was a much
+younger horse and his stock already showed great promise.
+
+The mares were a splendid lot; the best blood in the world coursed
+through their veins, and Alan never spared expense when he wished to
+purchase.  When he left, Sam Kerridge wondered what had induced him to
+change his mind.
+
+"He's inclined to consider the American's offer," he thought.  "It's a
+tall price, and I don't think Mameluke, at his age, is worth any more.
+I shan't be surprised if the deal comes off."
+
+The reason Alan was inclined to consider Valentine Braund's offer for
+Mameluke favorably was because of the information he had received from
+Duncan Fraser's Berlin correspondent.  He knew if there was war it
+would make a vast difference to racing, and that the price of
+thoroughbreds would be considerably lowered.  Thirty thousand is not a
+sum to be ignored, even by a very rich man, and Alan knew Mameluke had
+seen his best days.  He did not care to part with an old favorite, but
+it was folly to refuse such an offer when prospects, on looking ahead,
+were not favorable to breeders.  He decided to write to Braund and ask
+if he were still inclined to make his offer for the horse.  He did so,
+and had not long to wait for a reply.
+
+Valentine Braund came to Trent Park next day and said he was ready to
+pay the money and take Mameluke over when he had made arrangements to
+ship him to New York.  The bargain was concluded and, under the
+circumstances, Alan thought he could do no better than invite the
+purchaser to stay a few days with him.  This Braund readily agreed to,
+and Alan found him a pleasant companion.
+
+Valentine Braund was the head of an American steel trust, and a man of
+many millions.  Thirty thousand pounds for a horse, or for anything he
+wanted, mattered little to him.  A self-made man, he had worked up from
+a humble position until he piled up wealth beyond his most sanguine
+dreams.  His energies were unbounded, he possessed a never-ending flow
+of animal spirits, his confidence in himself was immense, he talked and
+expressed his opinions freely.
+
+Alan could not help liking the man although his manners were hardly to
+his taste.  Braund did not brag, but it was easy to see that he
+considered money a passport to any society.  He was good-looking
+although his features were somewhat coarse, and his abrupt manner of
+speaking might have offended some fastidious people.
+
+Eve Berkeley heard the American was at Trent Park; Alan had already
+described him to her, also told her of his offer for Mameluke.  She was
+interested, thought she would like to meet him.  She invited Alan to
+bring him to The Forest.  He mentioned it to Braund, who was eager to
+accept, and accordingly they went.
+
+Valentine thought American women "licked creation," and said so most
+emphatically, but when he saw Eve Berkeley he was astonished at her
+beauty, and acknowledged to himself that he had never seen a woman to
+beat her, "not even in New York."  Alan was amused at his open
+admiration of Eve; he laughed when Braund said:
+
+"What a woman, splendid!  She's a tip-top beauty; she'd create a
+sensation in New York."
+
+"I thought you'd like her," said Alan.
+
+"Like her!  Good heavens, she's past liking, miles beyond it; she's
+adorable."
+
+"And her friend, Miss Hallam?" asked Alan.
+
+"A beauty, but not the equal of Miss Berkeley, not by a long way," said
+Braund.
+
+This conversation took place before dinner when they were alone for a
+few minutes.
+
+"I thought American women 'licked creation,'" said Alan, imitating him.
+
+"Now there you have me.  As a rule they do, but Miss Berkeley--she's
+superb," said Braund enthusiastically.
+
+The dinner was a success; they were lively.  Braund devoted himself to
+Eve, and Alan was occupied with Ella.
+
+"I've bought Mr. Chesney's horse Mameluke," said Braund.  "I gave him
+thirty thousand for him and I don't consider him dear.  What do you
+think of the horse?"
+
+"He's one of the best we have, and I am surprised Mr. Chesney has
+parted with him," said Eve.
+
+"So am I, but then money is money and it was cash down," said Braund.
+
+"Mr. Chesney has plenty of money--I wonder why he sold him?" said Eve.
+
+"You don't think there's anything wrong with the horse?" asked Braund
+sharply.
+
+"Oh no," laughed Eve; "don't be alarmed.  Mr. Chesney would not have
+sold him to you had such been the case."
+
+"No, I suppose not; but I've known men who would," said Braund.
+
+"In America?" asked Eve, with a merry twinkle in her eyes.
+
+"Yes; there's some pretty cute hands at a bargain in my country."
+
+"But it would be dishonest," protested Eve.
+
+"We don't call it that," said Braund.
+
+"Then what do you call it?" she asked.
+
+"It would be regarded as a cute bit of business.  A man is supposed to
+look after his interests; if another man gets the better of him, it's
+all in the game.  We admire the man who gets the better of another
+man," said Braund.
+
+Eve laughed as she said:
+
+"I am afraid that is not my way of looking at things."
+
+"No, of course not; how could it be?" said Braund quickly.
+
+Eve was amused at him.  He had an unending flow of conversation, his
+remarks were original, he expressed opinions freely in a way she was
+not accustomed to hear.  On the whole he created, if not an altogether
+favorable impression, at least a curiosity to know more of him.
+
+It was a pleasant evening, and as they motored back to Trent Park the
+American expressed his entire approval of the visit.
+
+"Two very sensible women," he said; "also very charming.  You're lucky
+to live here; I suppose you see a good deal of them?"
+
+Alan said he did, and changed the subject.  He was not inclined to
+discuss Eve Berkeley with him.
+
+"We'll go through the village," said Alan.  "It won't be dark for a
+long time, in fact it's light almost all night now."
+
+He drove slowly through Little Trent.  Abel Head was about to close the
+Sherwood Inn; Carl Meason stood near him, full in the light of the
+lamp, which Abel always lit, whether required or not, at the same hour.
+
+"Quaint inns and places you have in this country," said Braund, as he
+noticed the sign.
+
+Abel recognized Alan and touched his cap.  Carl Meason stared at them.
+As his glance rested on the American he gave a slight start of surprise.
+
+"Who is that with Mr. Chesney?" he asked.
+
+"Don't know for sure; fancy a gentleman down here after buying one of
+the horses.  I heard it was likely Mameluke would be sold; it's a pity,
+he's a great horse," said Abel.
+
+Carl gave what sounded like a sigh of relief.
+
+"Doesn't happen to come from America, does he?" he asked carelessly.
+
+"Not that I'm aware of," said Abel.
+
+Valentine Braund caught sight of Carl Meason's face in the light; he
+turned quickly to look again as the motor went past.
+
+"Funny," he said.  "Fancied I'd seen that fellow before."
+
+"Which fellow?" asked Alan.
+
+"The man under the lamp.  I'm almost sure of it, but it can't be
+possible in this quiet place," said Braund.
+
+"His name is Carl Meason, a surveyor I believe; he's studying maps,
+planning road improvements, and he wants to be quiet," said Alan.
+
+When they arrived at the house and were seated for a quiet smoke Braund
+said quickly:
+
+"I can't get that fellow out of my head--it's strange."
+
+"How strange?" asked Alan.
+
+"He reminds me of a man I had dealings with in America," said Braund
+half to himself.
+
+"What sort of dealings?" questioned Alan.
+
+"It's impossible of course; what would he be doing here?  He reminds me
+of a man who once caused a lot of bloodshed at our steel works--a
+strike leader, if not worse," said Braund.
+
+Alan smiled as he replied:
+
+"Such a man would not be likely to remain at the Sherwood Inn, Little
+Trent, for many weeks.  He'd find it too slow for him."
+
+"That's just it, he would; but I'd like to see him again just out of
+curiosity," said Braund.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+CARL MAKES LOVE
+
+"I'm going away for a few days.  You'll keep my room; I'll be back at
+the end of the week," said Meason.
+
+"I'll keep your room," said Abel, wishing he was leaving altogether.
+
+Carl Meason left in his motor car.  He took the road to Nottingham,
+which skirted Trent Park, and ran past the old monastery; he slowed
+down as he neared the ruin and hooted.
+
+Jane heard it and came out; there was a small door opening on to the
+road.
+
+"Thought you'd know who it was," he said smiling.  "I'm off for a few
+days' tour, but I'll be back at the end of the week.  Tell your father
+I shall be glad if he'll show me round on my return."
+
+"Going away?" said Jane, rather surprised.
+
+"Not for good.  Should you be sorry if I were?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I'm glad.  We seem to be on good terms," he answered.
+
+"Why shouldn't we?"
+
+"No reason at all; on the contrary, I like you.  I hope you like me?"
+
+"I do--that is, I think I do," said Jane.
+
+"Not quite sure, eh?" he asked, still smiling.
+
+She shook her head.  She looked very charming in her homely dress, her
+cheeks glowing with health.  She was not at all abashed; the
+self-confidence of innocence, purity of mind, protected her.  At this
+moment Carl Meason was really in love with her; he wanted her badly.
+It flashed across his mind that he might do worse than marry her; she
+would make an excellent wife, and not ask too many questions.  His look
+puzzled her; it meant something she did not understand.  She lowered
+her eyes.
+
+"Jane," he said softly, "you are a wonderful girl; I believe I am
+desperately in love with you."
+
+So it was this caused him to look at her strangely; she understood now.
+She never doubted what he said; she raised her eyes, they met his.
+
+"Love me?" she said quietly.  "Why should you love me?"
+
+"Because you are adorable, lovely, the best little woman in the world,"
+he said.
+
+She laughed merrily as she replied:
+
+"Oh no, I'm not.  Father says I have a temper."
+
+"That's not true; you have a very lovable disposition."
+
+"Yes, I think I have.  I love lots of things; still that does not
+prevent one from having a bad temper."
+
+"Jane?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Step on the car; let me have just one kiss," he spoke pleadingly.
+
+"No, it would not be right; we are strangers."
+
+"I hope not.  I feel as though I were parting from an old and valued
+friend."
+
+"I'll shake hands with you," she said.
+
+He leaned over the side of the car and took her hand; he drew her
+toward him; she slipped away.
+
+"Not yet," she said.  "Someday, perhaps, when I know who and what you
+are."
+
+"And if I prove desirable in every way, what then?" he asked eagerly.
+
+"Who knows?  You say you almost think you love me; perhaps, only
+perhaps, I may come to love you," she said.
+
+He thought it not advisable to press her farther; he had made good
+headway, she was prepossessed in his favor, that was evident from her
+manner.  He shook her hand again, then started the car; as he went
+round a bend in the road he turned and waved to her; she responded,
+then went inside and shut the gate.  She sat down on a seat in the
+garden; the smile on her face betokened pleasant thoughts.
+
+Carl Meason stopped the car at a well-known hotel facing the Market
+Place; he had been there before.  From the orders he gave it appeared
+he had no intention of going on that day at any rate.  He took his
+dispatch box to his room; he always carried it, never trusted it to
+anybody.
+
+"You can bring my bag to my room at once," he said as he passed through
+the hall and went upstairs.  When the hall porter put it down he was
+about to unstrap it.
+
+"Never mind that; I'll do it," said Carl, handing him a tip.
+
+He locked the door and opened his case, taking out some letters and
+several newspaper cuttings, which he proceeded to read carefully.
+
+"It's Valentine Braund right enough," he muttered.  "What the deuce
+brings him to Trent Park?  Buying a horse, that's one reason.  Wonder
+if he heard I was at Little Trent?  Don't see how he could as I'm not
+sailing under my own name.  Better perhaps if I'd not given Carl, but
+it's far enough from Karl Shultz to be safe.  He'd like to have me laid
+by the heels, but he has no evidence to go upon.  I got out of that
+mess well.  It was a blow up and no mistake; nearly a hundred killed,
+and double the number injured.  It had to be done; it frightened him
+and a lot more; there's several men hate me like poison over that job.
+They suffered while I got off free and had most of the money.  Wonder
+if he recognized me?  Don't think so; he'd never expect to come across
+me in such a place.  Much better go away until the coast's clear.
+He'll not stay at Trent Park long."
+
+He placed the letters and papers in his bag again.  More than once he
+had made up his mind to destroy them, but something stayed his hand;
+they were dangerous if discovered but this was not likely to happen.
+
+His thoughts turned to a more pleasant subject--Jane Thrush.  Utterly
+unscrupulous though he was, even Carl Meason, as he chose to style
+himself, had some hesitation in plotting her downfall.  She fascinated
+him.  The women who had come into his life were totally different from
+her; there wasn't a point of resemblance.  It was her innocence, her
+pure country charms, held him spellbound.  Many women had helped him in
+his nefarious designs; they fell easy victims to his blandishments and
+his payments.  He found them useful; one woman in particular had proved
+invaluable in the case of the great explosion at the Valentine Steel
+Works.  It was Mannie Kerrnon who actually carried out his designs.  He
+had some of her letters in his case.  There was no love between them,
+there had been none between them; she reaped her reward in money, which
+she much preferred to affections.
+
+Mannie Kerrnon was an Irishwoman on the mother's side.  Her father was
+a blackmailer, a despicable ruffian, in the pay of a notorious New York
+Inspector of Police.  She suspected him of killing her mother and she
+hated him as a murderer.  It was mainly because her father, Dirk
+Kerrnon, was employed at the Valentine Steel Works that she undertook
+to help Carl Meason in his nefarious plot.  It was a sad disappointment
+when Dirk Kerrnon escaped with a few scratches; he never suspected his
+daughter's hand in the affair.  He entered the steel works in order to
+spy on Valentine Braund.  The Inspector had given him some useful hints
+to go upon, but Braund was a careful man and more than a match for half
+a dozen Kerrnons.
+
+After the affair Mannie Kerrnon quarreled with Carl Meason over the
+money due to her.  She was outwitted and, being the woman she was, she
+intended being revenged on him.  So far she had not succeeded, nor had
+she any idea where he was, or what he was doing; and he had no
+intention of enlightening her if he could help it.  He was safe as
+regards the great explosion at the steel works.  She could not "split"
+on him without compromising herself.
+
+As Meason sat in his room at the hotel his mind went back to the old
+days in New York, when he was hand and glove with the biggest set of
+sharks in the city, and a pliable tool of Tammany when well paid for
+his nasty work.  What little conscience--and most men have some stored
+away--he possessed revolted at his intentions toward Jane Thrush--not
+that they were entirely dishonorable, but he knew a man with such a
+past and present as his had no right to pollute the life of any bright,
+happy, innocent woman.  To be troubled with scruples was new to him; he
+had sent innocent men to death without a tremor, had even seen men and
+women go to long terms of imprisonment through his instrumentality, and
+thought nothing of their misery; and here he was actually hesitating
+about sacrificing Jane Thrush on the altar of his desires.  Marry her,
+he even went so far as to declare he would, and was astounded at his
+honest intentions; he actually laughed, but it was uneasily.
+
+He went out, walked about; at night he turned into a music hall, but
+variety turns did not interest him; he could not raise a laugh and
+returned to the hotel by ten o'clock.  Jane's face haunted him; no
+woman had ever so obsessed him.  It made him angry that he, Carl
+Meason, should be caught in the toils, discover that a woman had a hold
+over him.
+
+Gradually he pushed her into the background and thought over the work
+he had in hand.  It was of great importance and dangerous.  When war
+came he might be shot at any time if his doings were discovered.  He
+was accustomed to dangers; many times had he risked his life; bad
+though he was, there was nothing cowardly about him.  He had some
+contempt for death, although he dearly loved life.  There are bad men
+who are brave, and such was he--brave, that is, in so far as he cared
+little for risks so long as he reaped rewards.
+
+He passed a restless night.  When he sank into a troubled sleep he
+imagined he was laid by the heels and about to be shot suddenly.  In
+some unaccountable way Jane rushed up as the soldiers were about to
+fire, with a reprieve.  He awoke quivering with joyful excitement at
+being saved from sudden death.  It gave him an appetite for breakfast.
+
+The _Nottingham Guardian_ was perused; from it he learned that
+Valentine Braund, the American steel magnate, had purchased Mr. Alan
+Chesney's famous horse, Mameluke, for thirty thousand pounds and his
+destination was New York.  He was more interested in reading that Mr.
+Braund had been Mr. Chesney's guest at Trent Park for a few days and
+was returning to London on Saturday.
+
+"That suits me," said Carl to himself.  "I'll get back to Little Trent
+that day; I'll drop a note to surly Abel and advise him."
+
+Before noon he motored to Derby; from there he went to Haddon Hall and
+Chatsworth.  He was fond of beautiful scenery and Derbyshire pleased
+him.  He was, however, more familiar with Norfolk and the coast towns;
+roads running from the coast interested him and he knew most of them
+from Hunstanton as far north as Scarborough.  He was later to make
+sinister use of the knowledge.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+THE BARON'S TIP
+
+War clouds were gathering when the royal meeting began at Ascot, but
+very few people imagined they would burst so soon.
+
+Alan Chesney had a strong team for the fashionable gathering; and, as
+usual.  Eve Berkeley had taken a house at Ascot, among her guests being
+Ella Hallam, Harry Morby, and Vincent Newport, also Bernard Hallam, who
+had just arrived from Australia.  Alan stayed at the Royal Hotel, where
+his horses were stabled.  In the team were the Epsom winners, Robin
+Hood, The Duke, and Evelyn; in the Hunt Cup he had Bandmaster, with the
+light weight of seven stone.
+
+Fred Skane pronounced Bandmaster a pretty good thing for the popular
+handicap; he was much surprised when the horse only had seven stone
+allotted him.
+
+It was a brilliant Ascot; it always is, but on this occasion there
+seemed to be more people than usual, and there was much gaiety in the
+neighborhood.
+
+Eve Berkeley, however, did not seem in such high spirits as usual.  Her
+love for Alan Chesney grew and strengthened.  She longed for him to ask
+her to be his wife, and wondered why he hung back.  Was it possible he
+did not see how she loved him?  Alan had not been to The Forest much
+lately, and she wondered why.  Her attachment to him caused her pain,
+for she saw no signs that it was returned in the way she desired.  Had
+she offended him in any way?  She was not aware of having done so!  Her
+surroundings at Ascot, however, dispelled these gloomy feelings before
+the first day's racing was over, and Alan had been more attentive to
+her than for some time past.
+
+On Hunt Cup Day there was a tremendous crowd, and thirty runners were
+saddled for the big race.  Spur was favorite, and even in such a big
+field he touched four to one an hour before the race.  Another well
+backed was Manifest, while Hooker, Bird, and half a dozen more had
+plenty of friends.  Bandmaster stood at a hundred to five in the
+betting, and at this price Alan and his friends secured some good
+wagers.
+
+Bernard Hallam was impressed by the horses, and his remarks in the
+paddock proved he was a good judge.  The Australian had a free and easy
+way that soon won him friends.  He was more approachable than Valentine
+Braund, although they seemed to have much in common.
+
+He was delighted with Eve Berkeley, and told his daughter she was the
+most beautiful woman he had seen.
+
+"Don't fall in love with her," laughed Ella; "she's dangerous, has a
+host of admirers, but it doesn't make her a bit conceited.  She is my
+best friend; I like her so much."
+
+Eve got on well with Bernard Hallam; he amused her.  She liked him
+better than the American; she thought him more genuine and reliable.
+
+Baron Childs was running White Legs in the Hunt Cup, a five-year-old
+chestnut with four white legs, a useful horse, winner of three or four
+good handicaps.  He was talking to Eve Berkeley in the paddock as Alan
+Chesney went across to Bandmaster.  Eve did not see him; she was in
+animated conversation.  Alan smiled as he saw them, wondering if she
+was requesting another tip, and if it would prove as good as Merry
+Monarch.
+
+"Not half a bad horse," said Bernard Hallam as he looked at Bandmaster.
+
+"He's pretty good and he's got a very light weight.  I fancy he'll just
+about win," said Alan.
+
+Harry Morby and Vincent Newport had already backed the horse and were
+enthusiastic about his chances.  Valentine Braund pronounced Bandmaster
+too light and said he would look elsewhere for the winner.
+
+"Better ask Miss Berkeley for the tip.  She's talking to Baron
+Childs--he owns White Legs," said Alan.
+
+"Not a bad idea," replied Braund.  "Do you really think your horse has
+a chance?"
+
+"Of course I do; I've backed him."
+
+"Scraggy animal, not my sort at all."
+
+"Sorry he does not please you," said Alan, laughing; "but your poor
+opinion will not stop him."
+
+Skane was saddling the horse.  Mark Colley, Tommy Colley's youngest
+brother, stood close by.  He was to ride, and had already donned the
+brown and blue-sleeved jacket.  Mark was a clever lightweight, and had
+been well coached by his brother and Fred Skane, whose apprentice he
+was, but he had already forfeited the five pound allowance, having
+ridden the requisite number of winners.  He was a merry little fellow,
+and still retained his boyish ways, although Skane said he had the
+wisdom of a man in his head.  His brother, Tommy, was riding Manifest,
+and Ben Bradley had the mount on White Legs.
+
+Half an hour before the horses went out there was a gay scene in the
+paddock, animated conversations were going on, many tips were given,
+and the interest in the race was intense.
+
+Baron Childs was confident about White Legs; the horse had been highly
+tried, and Ben Bradley was sanguine of winning.
+
+"You gave me the Derby winner," said Eve, "and I shall back your colors
+again to-day."
+
+"Mr. Chesney's horse must have a good chance; he has a very light
+weight," said the Baron.
+
+"I believe he thinks it is a good thing; but he said Gold Star would
+win the Derby and that did not come off," said Eve.
+
+"Do you like my horse?" he asked.
+
+"Very much.  He is in splendid condition."
+
+"Then back him.  I feel sure it will bring luck to my colors."
+
+"Have you met Mr. Hallam?" she asked.  "He has recently come from
+Australia, and is well known in the racing world there."
+
+"I should like to meet him."
+
+"Then I will introduce you; he is over there looking at Bandmaster,"
+said Eve, and they walked in that direction.
+
+"Here comes Eve with her escort," said Alan, laughing.
+
+"The Baron evidently enjoys her society," said Ella.  Then as Eve
+joined them she said:
+
+"Has Baron Childs given you another tip?"
+
+"Yes, White Legs; I shall back him," answered Eve, and then introduced
+Mr. Hallam, who at once monopolized the Baron's attention.
+
+"So you are going to back the Baron's tip again?" said Alan.
+
+"Yes.  Why not?"
+
+"Because I think my horse will win," said Alan.
+
+"Very well then; I will stick to White Legs," said Eve.
+
+"Quite right, follow the Baron; it was a favorite cry years ago," was
+Alan's reply.
+
+"You do not appear to care whether I back your horse or not," said Eve
+sharply.
+
+"I don't suppose it will make any difference to his winning chance,"
+said Alan.
+
+"The Baron says I bring him good luck when I back his horses," she
+replied.
+
+"Very nice of him, I am sure.  I suppose he puts Merry Monarch's Derby
+win down to that cause."
+
+"Perhaps he does; anyhow he's more complimentary than you," snapped Eve.
+
+Alan was amused.  What was she cross about?
+
+Eve saw he was amused and it irritated her.  She began to think he
+cared very little about her; this feeling hurt and caused her pain
+mingled with anger.  Why was he so blind when others acknowledged her
+charms, sometimes made love to her; she had spurned them all for his
+sake and he neglected her.  She felt reckless; a plunge might relieve
+the tension, cause excitement, make her forget these things.  She
+turned to the Baron and said:
+
+"Will you execute a commission for me?"
+
+"With pleasure.  Are you going to back my horse?"
+
+"Yes; put me five hundred on," she said.
+
+He thought it a large sum but made no remark except to say she might
+consider it done.
+
+"I will get the best price possible," he said, "and I hope he will win."
+
+"So do I," she replied.
+
+Alan overheard this; she intended he should, and when the Baron left he
+said:
+
+"You have backed the wrong horse this time; the Baron will not win."
+
+"I suppose you think I ought to have backed your horse because you are
+my next-door neighbor?" she answered sharply.
+
+He laughed.
+
+"Most of your friends are on Bandmaster."
+
+"Then I shall be able to chaff them when White Legs has won," she
+answered.
+
+"I say, old man, your horse is coming with a rattle in the betting;
+there's a pot of money going on," said Harry Morby.
+
+"Mine, no doubt," answered Alan.  "I have sent out a late commission.
+I am anxious to win; it will take Miss Berkeley down a peg; she always
+pins her faith to the Baron's colors."
+
+"That's your fault," said Harry.
+
+"Why?"
+
+"Because you treat her with indifference and she doesn't deserve it."
+
+"I am not aware of doing so," said Alan.  He would have resented this
+from anybody except Morby, who was a privileged person.
+
+Captain Morby did not pursue the subject further.
+
+"You can keep a secret, Alan?" he asked.
+
+"I'll try.  You're a mysterious fellow, Harry."
+
+"It's about the regiment," he said.  "We're to hold ourselves ready at
+a moment's notice--don't split--I might be court-martialled."
+
+"Whew!" whistled Alan.  "This looks serious."
+
+"Bet you there's war before long; it's a bigger cert than Bandmaster,"
+said Harry.
+
+"And I'm out of it."
+
+"You needn't be.  Join us again.  You'll easily get your commission;
+they'll want all the men they can get, especially officers."
+
+"If there is trouble I shall not be idle," said Alan.
+
+"I know that, old fellow; no need to tell me that."
+
+Something seemed to be in the air.  There were many officers present
+and they were talking in groups of three or four.  Judging by their
+faces it was not about racing; Alan noticed this and thought:
+
+"It's coming, the great upheaval; Fraser's man is right.  By Jove, I'll
+hustle, as Braund would say, when things begin to move."
+
+The horses were going to the post and the June sun shone on the thirty
+bright jackets as they went past.  The din in Tattersalls was
+deafening.  In the crowded enclosure there was hardly room to move;
+eager backers jostled each other in their anxiety to get at the
+bookmakers.
+
+Peet Craker left the rails for a moment as he saw Alan Chesney.
+
+"I've a matter of a couple of thousand left against Bandmaster," he
+said.
+
+"I'll have it," answered Alan; and the bookmaker said, "at a hundred to
+eight."
+
+"That's a fair price," said Alan.
+
+"Will he win, Mr. Chesney?"
+
+"He has a real good chance, Peet," replied Alan.
+
+The horses disappeared over the brow of the hill, cantered down the
+slope, and ranged behind the barrier, with the trees for a background.
+It was a beautiful line of color as seen from the top of the stands.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+A FINE FINISH
+
+The big field got away in an almost unbroken line, a splendid start; a
+loud shout proclaimed the race had commenced.  For a few minutes they
+disappeared, then as they came up the rise the caps appeared over the
+brow of the hill, and in a couple of seconds the thirty horses were in
+full view, stretched across the wide course, advancing like a cavalry
+charge.
+
+A wonderful race the Royal Hunt Cup, a beautiful sight.  It has been
+described scores of times and no description exaggerates its charm.
+The course is grand, the surroundings picturesque; historical
+associations cling to the famous heath, where kings and princes, lords
+and commoners, have assembled year after year, and royal processions
+have come up the course amid the enthusiastic plaudits of vast crowds.
+Truly the sport of racing is the sport of kings, and no less of a huge
+majority of the people.
+
+Bernard Hallam and Valentine Braund acknowledged its charm.  There was
+nothing quite like it anywhere, one of the racing sights of the world,
+different from Epsom on Derby Day, Doncaster on Leger Day, or glorious
+Goodwood, unique in its way; no such gathering can be seen in any other
+country.
+
+The attention of thousands of people was riveted on the horses; all
+other thoughts were excluded.  For a few brief moments everything was
+forgotten but the business in hand, the probable result, which horse
+would be added to the long roll of Hunt Cup winners.
+
+The thirty horses were almost level as they came in sight, one or two
+stragglers, but it was an even race so far.  As they began the ascent,
+the stiff pull to the winning-post, the field lengthened out, horse
+after horse fell back, and a dozen only possessed chances.  The rise
+finds out the weak spots, and the lack of a final gallop makes a lot of
+difference.  It takes a good horse to win a Hunt Cup; no matter if he
+does little after, he must be brilliant on the day.
+
+Alan stood with Captain Morby and Captain Newport high on the
+grand-stand.  They knew where to command the best view of the race; it
+was a climb, a scramble to get there, but worth it.
+
+"Bandmaster's in the center," said Harry.  "He's going strong, but
+he'll have to make his run soon, there's a good many lengths between
+him and Spur."
+
+The favorite was at the head of the field, traveling in great style.
+There was just a suspicion he would not quite stay the course, but he
+seemed to be giving it the lie.  Close on his heels came Manifest,
+Bird, Hooker, Peter's Lad, Beltan, and White Legs.
+
+The Baron's horse began slowly, but soon joined up with the rest.  The
+scarlet jacket was prominent, and as Eve saw it creeping toward the
+front, she felt confident the Baron's tip would again come off.  She
+wondered why she did not feel enthusiastic at the prospect of a good
+win.  Was it because she would rather have had her money on Bandmaster
+and see Alan's colors successful?  Perhaps it was; anyhow it was absurd
+to wish to see his colors in front when her money was on White Legs.
+
+Manifest shot to the front as they drew level with the lawn, followed
+by Bird, and Peter's Lad; with a rush came Scout, an outsider.  White
+Legs was gaining ground.  Right in the center of the course was
+Bandmaster, who liked the stiff going and tackled the work like a good
+'un, the seven stone gave him every chance.
+
+Alan was anxious to win; the Hunt Cup was a race he often had a shot
+at; so far his horses had not run into a place.  He had great hopes of
+Bandmaster's changing his luck.
+
+Valentine Braund backed Manifest, not a bad pick; Bernard Hallam was on
+Bandmaster; so was Ella, and most of Eve Berkeley's party followed the
+brown and blue sleeves.
+
+A loud shout greeted the appearance of White Legs in the leading trio,
+and Bradley looked so much at ease that all who had backed the horse
+were confident; before the distance was reached the scarlet jacket held
+the lead, and the Baron's horse appeared to have a mortgage on the race.
+
+Young Colley still had Bandmaster in the center of the track, clear of
+the others.  He was riding a cool, well-judged race, and had every
+confidence in his mount.  Yard by yard the horse crept up; his jockey
+knew he was gaining at every stride.  He measured the distance to the
+winning-post with critical eyes and felt certain of victory.  From the
+stands Bandmaster seemed to be a long way behind the leaders, and Alan
+thought his bad luck in the race was to continue.  Gradually the sounds
+increased until they culminated in a roar as White Legs came on at the
+head of the field, followed by Manifest, and Spur, who had come again
+in gallant style.
+
+A lull in the shouting for an infinitesimal moment, then a terrific
+roar proclaimed Bandmaster was pulling hard.
+
+The brown and blue came along fast, very fast, and there was no sign of
+faltering on the part of Bandmaster, who tackled his stiff work in
+bull-dog style.
+
+"By gad, he'll do it!" exclaimed Harry excitedly.
+
+"Looks cheerful," said Vincent.
+
+Alan made no remark.  He was not quite certain his horse would catch
+White Legs and Manifest; he had given Spur the go by.
+
+There was considerable doubt as to which horse would win, although the
+odds were in favor of White Legs.
+
+Bradley, riding a confident race, was on the alert; he never threw a
+chance away.  Tommy Colley got every ounce out of Manifest; and when
+his brother drew alongside on Bandmaster he knew he must make the last
+ounce a trifle over weight to win.
+
+For a second the pair hung together, then Manifest was beaten, but
+struggled on.  Roar upon roar came from the vast crowd as Bandmaster
+got to White Legs' quarters, and the excitement was tremendous.
+
+Eve Berkeley looked on anxiously.  At this critical point she hoped the
+Baron's horse would be first past the post; she would draw a large sum,
+and the prospect of winning was delightful.
+
+Bradley was the stronger rider, but he had not more determination than
+his young rival.  Bandmaster drew level, and in the next few strides
+got his head in front.  At this Alan's feelings grew too strong for him
+and he shouted:
+
+"Bandmaster wins!" two or three times.
+
+It was a grand race and one to be remembered.
+
+Again White Legs held a slight advantage, but Bandmaster was not done
+with, and the difference in weight told its tale.  Colley was riding
+hard; it was a very clever effort on his part, and recognized as such.
+As they closed on to the winning-post Bandmaster again got his head in
+front and this time White Legs could not wrest the advantage from him.
+
+A few more strides decided the race.  Bandmaster won by half a length
+from White Legs, with Manifest third.
+
+Although Alan's horse started at twelve to one he was heavily backed,
+and his win was well received.  There was much cheering as the horse
+came in; the brown and blue was popular; the Chesney colors were always
+out to win.
+
+Alan came in for a full share of congratulations, Baron Childs being
+one of the first to greet him.
+
+"I suppose I must join in the paeans of victory," said Eve smiling.
+
+"You can't feel very delighted under the circumstances," said Alan.
+"It would have suited you better had White Legs won."
+
+"Perhaps it would.  Still I am very glad you have won a Hunt Cup at
+last; you have had several tries," she replied.
+
+"It's good of you to say so," he said.  "I told you my horse had a big
+chance."
+
+"You did.  I don't know what made me follow the Baron's tip."
+
+"I think I do."
+
+"What?"
+
+"You have more confidence in his advice than mine," he said.
+
+"I do not think that was the reason."
+
+"What other could there be?"
+
+"Obstinacy," she said.
+
+"I never thought of that--perversity would be better."
+
+"Much the same thing," she replied.
+
+"I am afraid I put you wrong," said the Baron.  "If it had not been for
+me you would no doubt have backed Mr. Chesney's horse."
+
+"You must not blame yourself for that.  I am quite satisfied," she said.
+
+"You would have been more satisfied had the Baron's horse won," said
+Alan.
+
+"Naturally; I backed it."
+
+"Not for that reason alone," answered Alan, as he walked away and
+joined Ella and her father.
+
+"He leaves me for Ella always," thought Eve with a pang, "and yet I do
+not think he cares for her that way.  I believe he half loves me.  I'll
+put him to the test one of these days, it's worth the risk; nothing
+venture, nothing have--an old saying which often comes true."
+
+When Alan returned to Trent Park he found Duncan Fraser waiting for him
+and at once knew there was something important to communicate.  Fraser
+looked serious as he said:
+
+"I hope you had an enjoyable time at Ascot?"
+
+"Yes; won the Hunt Cup and another race.  Made a few thousands in the
+meeting," said Alan.
+
+"There'll be war in little over a month," said Fraser.
+
+"You have had more news from Berlin?"
+
+"This letter came this morning.  I knew you were to be home to-day, so
+thought I'd bring it over."
+
+Alan thanked him, read it, and said:
+
+"What on earth is the Government doing?  It ought to be informed."
+
+"It is--has been for sometime.  But we know how it is.  They always
+wait until their hands are forced--they are afraid."
+
+"Of what, of what can a British Government be afraid?"
+
+"First and foremost, of the anti-war party, the peace-at-any-price men;
+then the labor party, votes are the chief consideration.  It's
+abominable," said Fraser.
+
+"Like sticking to office, I suppose?"
+
+"Yes; at all costs."
+
+"You are certain they know there will be war?"
+
+"They must."
+
+"And they will meet the shock unprepared?"
+
+"As regards the army, yes; not the navy.  There never was a navy
+stronger than ours at the present day, but it's been a tremendous fight
+to get the money, men and ships," said Fraser.
+
+"You ought to be in the House," said Alan.
+
+Fraser laughed.
+
+"I should want a free hand from my constituents," he said.
+
+"And you'd get it; you're just the man," replied Alan.
+
+"What are you going to do?" asked Fraser.
+
+"If war breaks out?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Try and get the commission I threw up," said Alan.
+
+"I thought so, and really I can't blame you; we shall want every man we
+can get," said Duncan Fraser.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+ALAN IS BLIND
+
+It was about a month later when Alan called at The Forest and found Eve
+Berkeley alone.  Ella was with her father in London; they had accepted
+her invitation to pay another visit later on.  She had been waiting for
+him, wondering why he did not call.  She soon heard the reason.
+
+"I have been awfully rushed," he said.  "Lots of things to see to at
+Chesney's before I go away."
+
+"Go away!" she exclaimed.  "Where are you going?  This is rather
+sudden; I am surprised."
+
+"I have joined the army again.  I have been fortunate enough to get a
+commission as captain.  I tried hard to get back in my old regiment,
+but there was no vacancy.  I shall be gazetted to the 'Sherwoods' in a
+few days; they are at Derby now.  There are stirring times ahead, and
+I'm not sorry.  It was bound to some sooner or later."
+
+"What?"
+
+"War."
+
+She looked incredulous.
+
+"Are you sure?  What makes you so certain?"
+
+"Fraser has a reliable man in Berlin; he sent the information.  We have
+acted upon it--in the brewery--and I did not mean to wait weeks for a
+chance when war is declared," he said.
+
+"Duncan Fraser seems to be a valuable mine of information," she said.
+
+"He is.  Do you know, he's a wonderful man, Eve."
+
+She laughed as she replied:
+
+"Your father always had a high opinion of his abilities."
+
+"You and my father were jolly good friends."
+
+"We were on excellent terms; I liked him."
+
+"He could be very agreeable when he chose."
+
+"And in that respect his son resembles him."
+
+Alan laughed.
+
+"Then I suppose you do not think I always choose to be agreeable?" he
+said.
+
+"You have lapses; sometimes you are almost rude, most abrupt, somewhat
+neglectful of your best friends."
+
+"Oh, I say!  That's not a very flattering picture.  To which of my best
+friends have I been neglectful?" he asked.
+
+"Myself--for one."
+
+He looked surprised.
+
+"That charge will not stand being put to the test," he answered.
+
+"You have not been to see me since Ascot," she said.
+
+"And that comes under the charge of neglect?"
+
+"Yes.  You consider me one of your friends?"
+
+"Of course; don't ask foolish questions."
+
+Alan looked particularly well this morning.  He was a picture of
+health, a well-groomed man; his eyes were bright as he looked at her,
+thinking how lovely she was.
+
+To Eve he was more attractive than ever.  She loved him with her whole
+heart and soul, every nerve in her body thrilled toward him; and there
+he stood, smiling at her placidly, when she longed for him to take her
+in his arms, crush her, pour out a tale of love into her waiting,
+willing ears.  Why could he not see it?
+
+She held herself in bounds, but it was difficult.
+
+"When do you join the Sherwoods?" she asked.
+
+"I have joined; I am on leave.  I have to put a lot of things straight
+at Trent Park.  I had no idea there was so much to do."
+
+"But you are not in uniform," she said.
+
+"No; I thought I'd come over in ordinary attire--you might have been
+startled to see me in khaki."
+
+"I certainly would have been."
+
+"Eve, I want you to do something for me when I go away," he said.
+
+Her heart beat fast, this was more promising.
+
+"You know I am only too willing to do anything I can for you."
+
+"That's good of you.  I want you to keep an eye on things at Trent
+Park."
+
+"You have a very capable housekeeper."
+
+"Oh, yes; but even she wants supervising sometimes."
+
+"And you think I can do it?" she asked with a smile.
+
+"Nobody can do it so well; you are accustomed to manage, always have
+been.  I've heard my father say so, and of course I've noticed it
+myself," said Alan.
+
+He looked at her curiously, mischief in his eyes.
+
+"I believe my governor was more than half in love with you, Eve," he
+said.
+
+She felt hot, uncomfortable; Alan's father had been very much in love,
+or infatuated, with her.
+
+"How foolish!  Don't be absurd, Alan," she said hastily.
+
+He had seen the change in her; he had sometimes wondered if his father
+had paid attentions to her, then dismissed the idea as ridiculous.
+
+"Is it absurd?" he asked.
+
+"You must know it is," she said, with emphasis.
+
+"The governor was rather a ladies' man," he said smiling.  He saw she
+was uncomfortable, and teased her.
+
+"He was very polite and considerate," she replied.
+
+"More polite than his son, according to your version," he answered.
+
+"I never said so."
+
+"Not in so many words.  You said I neglected my best friends."
+
+"And it is true; you haven't been to see me for a month."
+
+"I have explained why.  I say, Eve----"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Did you miss me?  I mean did you want me to come and see you?"
+
+"I did."
+
+"You really missed me?" he asked again.
+
+"Very much.  Are you not my nearest neighbor?  Have we not been old
+friends for many years?  I do not like to lose old friends," she said.
+
+"There is no danger of losing me.  That will rest with yourself; I am
+always at your commands," he answered.
+
+"Always?" she asked.
+
+"Whenever you want me," he replied.
+
+Want him!  Did she not always want him?  Why was he so blind?
+
+"If there is war you will go on active service?" she said.
+
+"I hope so; I don't want to remain here, kicking my heels in idleness,"
+he replied with a laugh.
+
+"No; I suppose that is natural.  I shall miss you very much."
+
+"It's nice to be missed.  I'm a lucky fellow, Eve."
+
+"Are you?"
+
+"Yes; there's many a man would like to hear you say that--the Baron,
+for instance," he said.
+
+She shrugged her shoulders.
+
+"I think you are mistaken about the Baron," she said.
+
+"He admires you, and didn't he give you the winner of the Derby?"
+
+"But not the Hunt Cup," she replied with a laugh.
+
+"No; but he wasn't far out," said Alan.  "Then there's Harry Morby;
+he's your devoted slave."
+
+"Is he?  There's not much of the slave about him," she replied,
+smiling.  "I suppose he's sorry you are not in your old regiment."
+
+"He says so; I really believe he is."
+
+"The Sherwoods are a famous cavalry regiment?" she asked.
+
+"They bear an honored name, they have seen some service.  I am lucky to
+get in there."
+
+"You were always a good soldier."
+
+"Glad you think so.  There'll be no feather-bed soldiering this time."
+
+"You seem positive there will be war?"
+
+"Yes; absolutely certain."
+
+"It will be a terrible thing."
+
+"Awful; the slaughter will be great."
+
+"And hundreds of thousands will lose their lives?"
+
+"Yes; no doubt about that."
+
+"I shall pray for your safety then, Alan."
+
+"Don't get solemn about it--I'm not gone yet.  You'll do as I ask?
+Just run over to Trent Park sometimes and let me know how things are
+going on.  Sam Kerridge said I must tell you he'd always be very
+pleased to show you over the stud--good fellow, Sam.  What else do you
+think he said?"
+
+"I really can't guess."
+
+"And I daren't tell you."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"It's personal.  Sam has a habit of blurting out what he thinks."
+
+"Tell me what he said."
+
+"He asked me a question when I spoke about your visiting the stud in my
+probable absence," said Alan.
+
+"What was it?"
+
+"'When's the wedding?'" he said.
+
+Eve lowered her eyes.
+
+"What a curious question," she said.  "What did he mean, to whom did he
+refer?"
+
+"Miss Eve Berkeley and my humble self," said Alan, laughing.
+
+"How funny," she said.
+
+"Yes; that's just what I thought.  What the deuce put it into his head
+I don't know," said Alan, laughing.
+
+"I suppose he thinks near neighbors sometimes marry," said Eve.
+
+"Perhaps so.  They do; I've noticed it.  I say, Eve, wouldn't it be
+curious if we ended up that way?" said Alan.
+
+"Ended up which way?"
+
+"By marrying.  How would you like it?  Have you ever considered the
+prospect?"
+
+"Have you?" she asked without looking at him.
+
+"No, I can't say I have.  I don't suppose you'd have me in any case."
+
+"Oh! you don't think I'd have you!  Well, consider it over--perhaps we
+might do worse."
+
+"Eve, you're not serious!  You haven't been looking at it from that
+point of view?" he said.
+
+"I believe I'd marry you to-morrow if you asked me, Alan," she said
+smiling, in a half-joking tone, but her heart beat painfully fast.
+
+"Good Lord, you don't say so!" exclaimed Alan, in such alarmed tones
+she could not help laughing.
+
+"Please do not be alarmed," she said.
+
+"Of course you're not serious!  For the moment I flattered myself you
+were.  You're joking.  Funny, isn't it?"
+
+"Supposing I am serious?" she said.
+
+"By Jove, I believe I'd ask you!  The temptation would be more than
+mortal man could resist," he said.
+
+"Try!  Let me see how you make love--I am sure you'd be eloquent."
+
+"Don't let us carry this game too far, Eve; it might develop into
+something serious," said Alan.
+
+"Something serious--good heavens, if he only knew!" she thought.  "But
+what can a poor woman do with such a man.  You are very blind, Alan."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+INSIDE THE KEEP
+
+Carl Meason was very busy.  He sat up late, poring over maps, tracing
+routes.  Abel Head said:
+
+"He doesn't seem to have a minute to spare."
+
+He had minutes to spare and they were devoted to paying attentions to
+Jane Thrush when he had an opportunity.  She did not avoid him: he
+interested her, and her father appeared to like him.
+
+Meason approached Thrush carefully, feeling his way gradually; he knew
+it would be best to influence the father in order to ingratiate the
+daughter.
+
+Tom took him through the forest, pointing out places of interest.  He
+found Meason a ready listener, who flattered him by remarking on the
+knowledge he possessed.  They walked many miles, but Meason noticed he
+avoided going near the house in Trent Park.  The moat aroused his
+curiosity.  It was filled with water, the depth being considerable; a
+boat was moored to a small landing stage.  Carl asked if his guide
+could take him into the keep.
+
+Tom said:
+
+"I have brought the keys with me; I thought perhaps you'd like to see
+it.  I've seen strange sights hereabouts.  I never come nigh the place
+at night: there's things chill the marrow in one's bones," and he gave
+a slight shudder.
+
+Carl laughed.  He was no believer in ghosts and such-like superstitions.
+
+"Yer can laugh," said Tom irritably, "but I've seen 'em I tell ye.  My
+eyes are good evidence, I can't doubt 'em."
+
+"I was not laughing at what you thought you've seen," said Carl.
+
+"Thought!" exclaimed Tom.  "There's no thought about it; it's gospel
+truth."
+
+"What did you see?"
+
+"It's strange, beyond telling.  There's been murder done in yon keep
+many a time; it's a gruesome place," and he pointed across the dark
+water to the round, ancient, tower-like building, whose stones gave
+evidence of many centuries' battling with storm and tempest.
+
+"Looks a bit lonesome."
+
+"It is.  You see that spot near the wall?  Well, it's dark and deep,
+and one night I saw her rise out from the depth.  She wailed and threw
+up her arms, then she sank.  She came up again, and a third time; then
+there was a splash and she disappeared.  It was a great stone struck
+her down.  From yon small window, that slit in the wall, I saw a face
+looking out.  It was an awful face, must have been near kin to the
+devil's; the thing groaned, broke into a harsh laugh, and it vanished.
+Lord, I never want to see such sights again!  My hair turned gray,"
+said Tom.
+
+Carl was amused.  He humored him.
+
+"Strange happenings indeed," he said.  "What's it like inside?"
+
+"I'll show you, but you had best go in alone.  I've had enough of the
+d----d place," answered Tom.
+
+He got into the boat, took the solitary oar and placed it in the
+rollock [Transcriber's note: rowlock?] at the stern; Carl stepped in
+and stood up.
+
+"Best sit," said Tom; "it's a crazy old craft."
+
+"Why doesn't Mr. Chesney have a new one?"
+
+"Don't know; thinks it's good enough for the job, I expect.  He never
+encourages folks' going to the keep."
+
+"But he allows you to carry the keys?"
+
+"Yes; he trusts me.  He knows I'm none too fond of the devilish hole."
+Tom ferried across to the broken-down landing-place near the door of
+the keep.  They got out.
+
+"Here you are," said Tom.  "Go inside if you wish."
+
+Carl took the key.
+
+"I'll not be long," he said, as he put it in the lock.  It turned with
+difficulty, and as he pushed the nail-studded old oak door open there
+was a cool, damp, vault-like smell.
+
+"Reckon you'll come out quick enough," said Tom.  "Best be careful;
+there's some old broken steps lead down under the moat--a dungeon or
+summat's there."  He swore as his foot slipped and he almost fell into
+the water.
+
+"That's a sure sign we're not wanted here," said Tom gloomily.
+
+Carl smiled and went inside.  It was a curious, gruesome place, and the
+dank air was stifling.  He climbed the stone steps upward until he came
+to a small room.  The walls were bare but there were a bed and chairs
+and tables, all of oak, an iron ring in the wall, a rusty chain, and a
+padlock of huge size lay on the stone floor, unlocked.  The slit in the
+wall gave enough light to see.  Carl stood on a chair and looked out.
+He saw Tom, waved his hand, but there was no response.
+
+"He can't see me," thought Carl.  "It's strange; he's looking straight
+here."
+
+There were more stairs.  At the top he found another room exactly
+similar to the one below, furnished in the same bare way.  In one
+corner he saw something gray.  Examining it, it proved to be a flimsy
+gauze-like wrap; it was not old, nor torn.  There was a white cloth,
+also a pair of soft slippers.
+
+"The ghost's attire," thought Carl.  "Somebody comes here and frightens
+people.  Wonder what for?  Probably to scare 'em away for some purpose
+of his, or her, own.  This is interesting."
+
+He replaced the garment, letting it fall and arranging it as nearly as
+possible as he found it.  He went down again, feeling the wall as he
+descended.  It was damp; drops stood out, burst and trickled down.  He
+found the stone steps leading to the dungeon under the moat; they were
+smooth, broken in places.  He was careful in stepping; a slip and he
+might be landed at the bottom with a sprained ankle, a broken leg, or
+worse.  It was a slippery descent; once or twice he fell down; but he
+intended seeing what was at the bottom and at last succeeded.
+
+The dark dungeon had a curious odor in it, probably due to the water
+and lack of fresh air; but there was a scent undefinable as well.  He
+struck a match; it went out immediately, just as though somebody, or
+something, had blown upon it.  He was not a nervous man, but when the
+second and third match went out in the same way he was inclined to beat
+a retreat.
+
+"One more try," he thought, and struck three or four wax matches at
+once; this proved effective and gave him time to see in the corner,
+propped up, what looked like the body of a man.  He must be mistaken;
+he lit more matches, dropping the others on the floor, where they
+spluttered in the wet and fizzled out.
+
+It was a man, could be nothing else.  He went toward the body, for such
+he supposed it, bent down to feel it, and found nothing.  This was
+strange.  He lit more matches.  Now he saw space; there was no body
+there.  He stepped back several paces, astonished, lost in wonder; then
+he saw the thing again, saw it distinctly, and it seemed to move.  It
+came toward him, or in his excited state of mind he fancied so.  His
+light went out; he had no more matches.  As he groped his way to the
+steps, or where he thought they were, something touched him on the
+shoulder.  It was enough to startle any man, and he cried out in alarm.
+There was a faint, squeaking noise and a fluttering, then the thing
+touched his cheek and he smelt a deathlike odor.  Thoroughly alarmed he
+groped out.  He felt the damp wall; he had lost the steps; he must walk
+round, feeling until he came to them, being a circular dungeon he must
+come to them.  It seemed an interminable time before he came to the
+opening and began to scramble up on his hands and knees.
+
+Tom Thrush waited in the boat.  He thought him a long time gone and
+hoped nothing had happened.  He knew it was a queer place to roam
+around.  He whistled for company, then lit his pipe.  Why didn't he
+come out of the beastly place?  What was that?  It sounded like a
+startled cry; it came from the tower.  Tom shivered.  He wasn't going
+in there to look for Carl Meason, not for any money.  The smoke came
+from his pipe in jerky whiffs.
+
+Just as he was about to step out of the boat, go to the door and call,
+Carl Meason came out with a quick movement.  Tom stared at him in
+amazement, not unmingled with fear.
+
+Meason was covered in dirt and damp from head to foot, there was blood
+on his hands, his face was blanched, a wild look in his eyes.  He had
+no time to pull himself together before Tom saw it.  His recovery
+however was remarkably quick considering what he had gone through.  He
+had no desire to give himself away.  He looked at his clothes and
+laughed.  In the open again his courage revived.
+
+"It's the dirtiest damp hole I ever was in!" he said; and Tom
+recognized a difference in his voice.
+
+"Yer all over filth," said Tom.  "Yer hands are bloody, ye've torn yer
+trousers.  Where've yer been?  Have yer seen anything?"
+
+"Rotten place," said Carl.  "If I were Chesney I'd blow it up."
+
+"Did yer see anything?" persisted Tom.
+
+"What the deuce is there to see except bare walls and some ancient oak
+furniture, must be hundreds of years old."
+
+"It is," said Tom, "more--hundreds and hundreds.  You looked a bit
+scared when you came out--white as a sheet, eyes near shooting out of
+yer head.  Tell me what yer saw."
+
+"Nothing," said Carl.  "The place gave me the horrors.  I lost myself
+in the dungeon, took me a long time to find the steps again, that gave
+me a shock, I had no matches left."
+
+"There's folks been put in that place never saw the light o' day again.
+Do you believe it's haunted?"
+
+Carl made no reply for a few moments, then said:
+
+"It may be; I shouldn't be surprised.  I'm more inclined to believe you
+since I've been inside."
+
+"I thought as how you would.  Seeing's believing," said Tom.
+
+"But I tell you I did not see anything.  I heard sounds."
+
+"Ah!" exclaimed Tom.  "What like were they?"
+
+"Groans!"
+
+"It's them ye heard, the spirits of the dead; the poor devils never
+rest in peace," said Tom.
+
+They were going across the moat.  There was a splash and both started;
+Tom almost dropped the oar.
+
+"What's that?" he said.  "Look!" and he pointed to the ripples in the
+dark water circling.
+
+"A fish rising," said Carl with a queer little laugh.
+
+"There's no fish in here, don't believe there's even a carp in."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"What 'ud fish be doing in this beastly hole?"
+
+"Feeding."
+
+"Nothing to feed on."
+
+"You don't know what's at the bottom of that," said Carl, pointing
+downward.
+
+"And I don't want to.  If it's fish, I'd not eat them," said Tom.
+
+They walked back to the keeper's cottage.  Jane met them at the door,
+surprised to see the state of Carl's clothes.  She asked where he had
+been.
+
+"Exploring the moat and the keep," he replied, thinking her pretty face
+was a great help to banish phantoms.
+
+Jane laughed as she said:
+
+"You've had a fright.  Keep away from the place, it's haunted; there's
+danger when you meddle with 'em."
+
+"I saw nothing in the keep.  I told your father so."
+
+Jane shook her head as she replied:
+
+"Best say nothing about it; keep those things to yourself."
+
+"Have you ever seen things there?" asked Carl.
+
+"Telling's knowing," said Jane, but without smiling.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+A SUDDEN PROPOSAL
+
+War was declared against Germany on that fateful day in August; the
+blow had fallen at last, the nations of the earth were about to measure
+their millions, and England was unprepared.  There was no doubt about
+the strength of feeling in Britain; every man was for war, with the
+exception of a few cranks and peacemongers, many of them little better
+than traitors to their country.
+
+There was a call to arms; it echoed, reverberated, throughout the land;
+and never was such a voluntary response by any nation.  There is little
+need to write about it; everybody knows how "Kitchener's chaps" rolled
+up in thousands, to their everlasting honor.  By their response they
+showed the spirit of the nation, roused at last to a sense of horrible
+danger.  Throughout the land there were martial sounds--the hum of
+camps, the tramp of men, the clang of horses' hoofs, the rattle of war
+department wagons.  Before people had time to rub their eyes and become
+wide awake, an army had landed in France, eager to help gallant little
+Belgium, and stop the rush of the enemy's vast hordes.
+
+The Sherwoods were mustered in Trent Park.  A noble array they made,
+splendid men, well mounted and equipped, eager to get at the foe.
+Captain Alan Chesney was with them, his house the headquarters of the
+regiment.  They had not to wait long; they were in luck's way, one of
+the first cavalry regiments ordered to the front.
+
+Alan, busy preparing for his departure, had barely a minute to spare,
+but he made time to call on a few friends, and Eve Berkeley was one of
+the last.  He rode to The Forest in uniform, looking every inch a
+soldier.  He stood in the room waiting for her, his fingers drummed
+impatiently on the mantelpiece; he wanted to be away, the fighting
+spirit of the soldier was roused again when he put on khaki.  He longed
+for war--and the front.
+
+For some years he had been a peace soldier, spending money freely,
+having plenty of spare time, although he was never a laggard and loved
+the drill and discipline.  Now it was different; they were off to the
+front, where the battle already raged furiously and danger threatened
+France, as in the former war and from the same source, with many times
+the strength.
+
+Eve came in.  She looked at her best.  She knew he was coming and had
+been thinking of him.  There was danger ahead for the man she loved; it
+was possible she might not see him again.  She dare not think of that,
+it was terrible.
+
+He turned round quickly and came to her, taking both her hands.
+Looking into her eyes he could not fail to see the light in them; it
+dazzled but did not blind; it opened his to what was hidden behind the
+electric flashes in hers.  For a few moments there was silence.  Then
+he said:
+
+"I am come to say goodbye, Eve, my old playmate, my best friend."
+
+His voice was well under control, no tremor, but it vibrated and played
+on her heart-strings.  She was agitated; she had been counting on this
+parting, thinking what might happen, re-changing many things.
+
+"We leave to-morrow, or the next day.  I go to London to-night.  I
+cannot tell you our destination, but I can guess it."
+
+Still she did not speak, and he went on:
+
+"We shall give a good account of ourselves, the Sherwoods.  Many of us
+will not return, but something tells me I shall come through it all and
+live."
+
+"How I shall miss you!" she said.  "It will be in fear and trembling I
+open the paper each morning and scan the lists.  But you are doing
+right; no man can hang back at such a moment.  You are glad to be in
+uniform again?"
+
+"Indeed I am.  I feel as though I had never been out of it," he
+answered.
+
+"You look splendid," she said.
+
+"This morning you are at your best," he replied.
+
+"You were coming to see me, I wanted you to carry away a good
+impression," she said, smiling.
+
+"I shall often think of you, Eve, and your many gracious actions.  By
+Jove, you are a brick--there's nobody like you," he said
+enthusiastically.
+
+She was pleased and showed it.
+
+"Have you forgotten our last conversation?" he asked.  "It was
+perilously near the danger zone."
+
+"Why call it a danger zone?" she asked.
+
+"Eve, you don't mean it?" he asked.
+
+"Mean what?"
+
+"Oh, you know.  By Jove, I'll risk it, although I can't imagine such
+good fortune falling to my lot."
+
+"What are you going to risk?" she asked, strangely agitated.
+
+"Asking you to be my wife--there it's out--must I go?" he said.
+
+"Do you wish to go?" she asked archly.
+
+"No; there."
+
+He almost lifted her off her feet as he took her to him and kissed her
+many times.  She clung to him, her arms round his neck, her head
+resting on his breast; she seemed loath to let him go.
+
+"Alan, oh Alan, it seems too good to be true!  I thought you were never
+going to ask me.  I am afraid I have schemed for this.  Forgive me, I
+could not live without you," she said, and again he stopped her mouth
+with kisses.
+
+"I have always loved you, Eve.  When you were a girl you were different
+from anybody else, the only girl for me.  You have not answered my
+question?" he said.
+
+"I will be your wife, Alan; it has been the dearest wish of my life.  I
+am almost afraid to say how much I love you," she said softly.
+
+"Never be afraid of that; tell me, I want to carry it away with me."
+
+She told him, and his body flamed in response, his heart beat fast.  It
+was the most thrilling moment of his life; she buried her blushing face
+on his shoulder and panted for very joy.
+
+Alan recognized the depth of her love and wondered at it.  She was his,
+part of him.  He felt it, henceforth they would be one.  When he was
+away she would be with him in the spirit.  He was loath to part from
+her, but it had to be.  Duty called and that came first.  He waited a
+few minutes until they were calmer.
+
+"Marry me before I leave," he said impetuously.
+
+"There is no time," was the faint reply.  "You go to-morrow."
+
+"I forgot; no, there is no time.  It is not fair to ask you.  Promise
+me if I come home for a day or two you will consent?"
+
+"Readily, Alan.  I am yours when you wish to take me," she answered.
+
+"Supposing we do not leave to-morrow, supposing it is a few more days,
+that there is time?" he said, his eyes very bright and eager.
+
+"If there is time----" she hesitated.
+
+"You will?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+This was too much for him; he was overwhelmed at his happiness.  He
+clasped her in his arms again and crushed her until it pained, but it
+was exquisite pain, she felt safe with those strong arms about her.
+
+"I feel as though I never want to let you go again," he said.
+
+She laughed happily.
+
+"If there is time, Alan, we can be quietly married," she said.
+
+"I shall try and make time.  I must run no risks."
+
+"Risks of what?"
+
+"Losing you."
+
+"That can never be now.  You will not lose me.  I may lose you," and
+she shivered.
+
+"I'm not going to be killed, wounded perhaps.  What if I come home
+minus an arm, or a leg, or with a mutilated face?  You might wish to
+cry off our compact.  I can't risk that, Eve; I want to make sure of
+you," he said earnestly.
+
+"And do you for a moment suppose that would make any difference?" she
+asked.
+
+"No, I don't, although I said as much.  I have great faith in you."
+
+They talked over the future for a long time.  When he rose to go, he
+said:
+
+"Remember, if there is time we are to be married before I leave for
+France."
+
+"Yes; I hope there will be time," she said quietly.
+
+"You would make a charming widow," he said jokingly.
+
+"Don't say such horrible things," she replied.
+
+"I won't offend again.  There's too much in life to even hint at
+death," he said.
+
+"Let me know if I can see you in London before you go to-morrow?" she
+said.
+
+"I will; I'll send a special messenger."
+
+"To my town house.  I shall be there.  I will go up to-night in order
+to be ready."
+
+"You're the best of women!" he said, kissing her.
+
+He was gone.  She sent for her maid and gave orders about traveling to
+London in the afternoon.  How happy she was!  Alan had asked her to be
+his wife at last!  She had waited a long time; it seemed almost too
+good to be true.  She wished she could be married before he went away;
+then she would be quite sure of him.  Now he was gone she wondered if
+her spell over him would ever be in danger of breaking.  She blamed
+herself for such thoughts, but they would intrude, causing little pangs
+of uneasiness and doubt that irritated her.
+
+On the journey to London she was filled with hope and fears.  Their
+marriage would settle everything, give her the right to look after
+Trent Park and all belonging to it, of which she was capable, and knew
+it.  There would be much to do in his absence; he had asked her before
+and she consented, but there were difficulties.
+
+There were several stoppages on the way; inquiries elicited the
+information that traffic was congested owing to the movements of
+troops.  Already war made a difference; what would it be in the course
+of a year?
+
+Alan called late at night.  There was no chance of a marriage, he was
+to leave in the morning.  He fretted and fumed at the delay, but Eve
+dispelled his gloom and he went cheerfully after an affectionate
+parting.  After his departure she sat in a disconsolate mood in the
+large room, longing for company.  She wondered if she ought to make
+their engagement known.  He had said nothing about it; perhaps better
+not until she heard from him.  There was the satisfaction of knowing he
+loved her, that she was to be his wife.  Even this did not dispel the
+shadows; she tried to convince herself all would be well--only
+partially succeeding.
+
+As for Alan, in the rush and turmoil of departure he almost forgot the
+question of an immediate marriage.  It could not take place yet, so why
+trouble about it?  Eve was his and he was satisfied.  On the whole he
+considered it perhaps as well they were not married.  There was no
+telling what might happen to him and she would be in a better position
+if he succumbed to the chances of war.  Not that he had any fears on
+that score; he looked forward to the coming struggle in a very
+optimistic mood.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+JANE'S LOVE AFFAIR
+
+The battle raged; the German hordes pushed forward; the great retreat
+began.  Paris seemed about to fall and there was anxiety in the Allied
+forces.  Prodigies of valor were chronicled in a few lines of space;
+the British army, greatly outnumbered, was holding the enemy.  The
+advance was slow, a wonderful retreat, perhaps the most heroic known
+until almost equaled by the Russians later on.
+
+Then came the news that the enemy was checked, they in turn were driven
+back when Paris seemed within their grasp.  The Germans were held and
+the situation saved.  It was marvelous, and the "little army," under
+Sir John French was covered in glory.  Britain thrilled at the news of
+her soldiers' bravery.  They fought as of old, fought as at Waterloo,
+at Inkerman, at the Alma, and Balaklava.  They had not degenerated, the
+same spirit animated them; they knew how to die, and how to win.  For
+forty years the Germans had been trained for war, and their masses were
+held up by men who had known peace for many years.
+
+The Sherwoods had their chance and took it.  The Uhlans were no match
+for them; they were bowled over like ninepins.  Men and horses fell in
+heaps before the terrible charge.  Captain Chesney was in the thick of
+it all.  Rash, brave, knowing no danger, he was a typical cavalry
+officer; and that master of cavalry tactics, Sir John French, heard of
+his bravery and recognized it.  After their first action Alan Chesney
+was the idol of the Sherwoods.  The men followed him into the jaws of
+death and cheered as he led them on.  Nothing could stand before them,
+their impetuosity overcame all obstacles; they lost many men but gained
+imperishable renown.
+
+Eve Berkeley read the meager accounts of the fighting and grew
+impatient, longing for more, wondering why publicity was not given to
+the doings of the bravest of the brave.  Alan's name cropped up once or
+twice, she gathered from the vague lines that he had done wonders, that
+his bravery was conspicuous, that his men loved him, and she was proud
+of him.
+
+Week after week passed and she only had one or two lines from him.
+There was no time to write long letters, she must wait until he was out
+of the saddle for an hour or two.  She knew how difficult it must be to
+write, yet longed to hear, and each morning looked for a letter.  When
+it did not come she scanned the papers in fear and trembling.  She
+little knew the narrow escapes he had already experienced, and he came
+out of terrible frays with hardly a scratch.  When horses were shot
+under him a trooper was always ready with another for him with a "take
+mine, sir."  Alan reveled in the fury of the charge; his whole body
+thrilled as he galloped down on the Uhlans at headlong speed.  This was
+soldiering indeed; no playing; deadly, grim earnest, a toss-up for life
+or death.  He grieved at the loss of men, but the fewer in number the
+more they were united and proved irresistible.  During the retreat they
+were here and there and everywhere, scouting, thwarting the enemy,
+breaking up his plans, a thorn in his side pricking deep.  Seldom out
+of the saddle, he had little time to think of home and Eve Berkeley.
+
+At Trent Park things went on much as usual.  Eve went over
+occasionally; her visits were in no way resented, everything was made
+smooth for her.
+
+At the stud she was always welcome.  Sam Kerridge appreciated her at
+her full worth; said she knew more about horses than half the men he
+met, that she had an eye for a good 'un, and could fault the inferior
+sort.
+
+"Blest if I couldn't leave her in charge for a month without the
+slightest fear of anything going wrong," he said.
+
+Alfonso had taken the place of Mameluke, and there seemed every chance
+of his being as popular with owners of mares, but the shadow of war
+over the land was likely to have some effect on the big studs.  Already
+there was talk of cutting down expenses and selling off.
+
+Carl Meason still had his rooms at the Sherwood Inn and Abel Head
+wondered if he were right in his surmise that he was a spy.  He argued
+that a spy would hardly bury himself at Little Trent in war time;
+still, there was no telling.  Meason went out in his motor at night
+more than usual; moreover he carried a very powerful light and there
+was an unusually strong one inside the car.
+
+"What's this for?" asked Abel as he examined it.
+
+"The police are very particular about lights, so I've got this ready in
+case one of the others goes out," was the reply.
+
+"Must give a powerful glare," commented Abel.
+
+"It does.  Nothing like seeing far enough ahead," said Carl.
+
+Abel was not satisfied.  He had never seen such big lamps inside a car
+before and he did not believe Meason's reason for having it.  Although
+he had plenty on hand Carl Meason found time to meet Jane Thrush.
+After much persuasion he induced her to go in his car to Nottingham to
+see the sights, and strange to say Tom raised no objections.  Thrush
+seemed favorably impressed with Meason; no doubt an occasional fiver
+helped in this direction, for Tom was fond of money.
+
+"Where's the harm?" he said to himself.  "Jane's a clever girl, knows
+more than the ordinary, and she's good enough for any man.  He seems
+sweet on her.  No reason why he should not marry her.  There's money,
+not a doubt or he couldn't sling fivers about like he does."
+
+All the same he questioned Jane closely after her return from
+Nottingham; but she was reticent.  Not given to talking much himself he
+did not pay so much notice to this as he might otherwise have done.
+
+Carl Meason was a man to attract a girl like Jane Thrush.  He could be
+agreeable when he chose; his face concealed his real feelings--it was a
+mask and effectually changed the man to outward appearances.  Meason
+was making the mistake of his life.  He was fast becoming infatuated
+with Jane Thrush, subordinating certain objects to her, spending time
+in her company.  The work he had in hand brooked no interference.  It
+was sufficiently dangerous; there must be no leakage.  Not a hint or a
+whisper must get about or he would be in grave danger on both sides.
+His employers were ruthless, and the authorities in England would not
+be likely to spare even his life if they got wind of his purpose and
+how he was working.
+
+Jane Thrush held him in the hollow of her hand did she but know it.  At
+present she was too innocent to suspect his real nature and she never
+dreamed what he was about.  She would not have understood his affairs
+had they been explained to her.  Jane merely saw in him a well-to-do
+man, who talked to her with respect, and was evidently more than half
+in love with her.  She was not conceited although she had a proper
+sense of her importance and good looks, which was fostered by her
+father.
+
+During the drive to Nottingham and back Carl Meason made love to her in
+ardent fashion and she had not repulsed him although she was careful to
+keep him within bounds.  One thing Tom Thrush had effectually taught
+his daughter and that was the perils to which pretty girls are exposed.
+He had made no bones about it, spoke out plainly, and Jane learned the
+lesson well.
+
+"Her's got no mother," Tom said to himself, "and it's my place to warn
+her.  She'd best know what's what and then she can't stumble with her
+eyes open," and in his rough way he saw farther than people who avoided
+responsibilities in this direction.
+
+Jane was therefore well armed against the wiles of unprincipled men,
+although it had hitherto been her good fortune not to encounter any.
+There had been kisses and embraces and Jane accepted them without much
+enthusiasm or response.  Carl Meason's lovemaking left her cold;
+somehow she hardly thought it real.  She did not tell Tom of these
+embraces and he forebore to push inquiries.  His occupation made him
+suspicious and watchful; he was the terror of poachers and evil-doers
+among the game, and had tracked many notorious men down.  Although he
+loved money he surmised that Carl Meason's occasional fivers were not
+given for nothing, they were to smooth the way for Jane's favor.
+
+If the man meant well by his daughter there was no harm done; if ill,
+then he would settle with him in a way that would astonish before any
+damage was done.
+
+Carl Meason quickly discovered he would have to play straight with Jane
+Thrush, also her father, and for once in a way he was inclined to do
+this; it was after all the easiest to get what he wanted.
+
+So far he had never given much thought to taking a wife, but when he
+considered everything, turning the pros and cons over, he came to the
+conclusion Jane Thrush was worth some sort of sacrifice.  He would not
+surrender any of his liberty, once she was his he would mold her to his
+will; he fancied this would be easy--he was mistaken, as better men
+have been.
+
+It was a relief from his work to talk and make love to Jane, also to
+think about her at night when touring round the country in his motor.
+There were other things to think about, and sometimes he dreaded what
+might happen when the time came for the devilish engines of destruction
+to work.  Carl valued human life little, except in the care of his own
+body, and had been instrumental in sending many to death.  He knew
+there were thousands of Germans in the country; they had been spying
+out the land for years, and he wondered at the supineness of the
+authorities in allowing it.  He cared little who won the war so long as
+he reaped his reward.  He would have been willing to accept pay from
+both sides had it been feasible.
+
+If he had a better side to his nature Jane Thrush seemed likely to find
+it, but even she would have to walk warily if in his power.  Jane's
+pretty face had won a sort of victory over him; he acknowledged his
+submission with a wry grimace, thinking she would be called upon to
+submit in her turn.
+
+Meanwhile Jane hesitated as to what she would do if he asked her to be
+his wife, as she believed he would.  To solve her doubts, she asked her
+father.  Tom eyed her curiously; he was sleepy and barely grasped her
+question.
+
+"What did yer say, lass?" he asked.
+
+"If Mr. Meason asks me to be his wife what answer shall I give him?"
+
+Tom was awake now.  This was important.
+
+"He'll ask, you reckon?"
+
+"I believe he will."
+
+"Then please yourself, lass.  He's a well-favored man, seems well off,
+he'd make a good husband," said Tom.
+
+"Perhaps he would," said Jane doubtfully.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+THE LAY OF THE LAND
+
+Race meetings gradually dropped out, they were few and far between;
+there was more important business on hand.
+
+Fred Skane had sole control of Alan Chesney's horses during his absence
+and picked up a race or two to meet expenses.  Alan had given no
+instructions to sell any of his horses, but Fred used his judgment and
+let three or four go in selling races.  Alan impressed upon him to
+prepare a couple of horses to match against Bernard Hallam's Rainstorm
+and Southerly Buster, for he was anxious to demonstrate the superiority
+of the English horses.
+
+Mr. Hallam brought his trainer from Australia, and Jack Wrench--his
+name--was granted permission to train at Newmarket.  It was not long
+before two sterling good horses, Catspaw and Bellringer, four and five
+years old respectively, were purchased to lead the Australians in their
+work.  Both horses had won good handicaps and came into the market on
+the departure of their owner for the front.  Mr. Hallam paid a stiff
+price for them, but Jack Wrench had been advised they were worth it.
+The Australian trainer was anxious to prove that Rainstorm and
+Southerly Buster were equal to the best handicap horses in England.
+
+It soon got about in racing circles that there was likely to be a match
+between horses of Alan Chesney and those of Bernard Hallam.  This news
+spread far and wide, and the Australians in the fighting line were as
+eager about it as anybody.  The Anzacs had a terrible time in
+Gallipoli, and the Dardanelles generally, but they were always eager to
+discuss sport when the Turks gave them a rest for a few hours.
+
+Time passed quickly, and already the death roll on both sides was
+terrible.  Still Alan escaped unhurt, and Eve expected him home on
+short leave; his latest letter, however, gave no hope of this for some
+time, but he said he would make an effort later on when his horses were
+fit to run.  He fixed up a match with Mr. Hallam for a thousand a side
+between The Duke and Southerly Buster, and Bandmaster and Rainstorm,
+the distances a mile and two miles.  The Hunt Cup winner developed into
+a great stayer, and as he had a wonderful turn of speed he was sanguine
+of beating Rainstorm.
+
+So many race meetings were abandoned that the Newmarket programs were
+extended to take their place in some measure, and the headquarters of
+the turf became very busy.  Racing men were thankful for small mercies;
+the extra meetings were well attended and big fields turned out for the
+events.
+
+Mr. Hallam was often at Newmarket, taking great interest in the work of
+his horses, and Wrench gave him encouraging accounts of their progress.
+Both horses came well out of their gallops with Catspaw and Bellringer,
+and the local touts were much impressed with them.
+
+Rainstorm was voted a beauty; the Australian horse became popular and
+his portrait appeared in several papers, together with interviews with
+Bernard Hallam.
+
+Ella Hallam spent much of her time at The Forest with Eve Berkeley and
+they were firm friends.  Ella knew of Eve's engagement to Alan and
+heartily congratulated her.  Whatever she might have thought about
+Alan's attentions to herself she never for a moment doubted his
+inclinations were toward Eve; being a loyal-hearted woman she accepted
+the situation.
+
+Fred Skane came to Trent Park to see Sam Kerridge.  They were cronies,
+had been for years.
+
+"I suppose you'll win both matches," said Sam.
+
+"Pretty sure of it.  Bandmaster will beat Rainstorm anyhow whichever
+way the other goes," answered Fred.
+
+"Queer Bandmaster should turn out a stayer," said Sam.
+
+"He's bred to stay," replied Fred.
+
+"But he's a Hunt Cup winner and I'd hardly have expected him to be up
+to two miles."
+
+"Well he is--no mistake about it.  I've tried him and I know," said the
+trainer.
+
+"And you don't often make mistakes, Fred."
+
+"I'm just as liable to be mistaken as other men, but when I've
+something to go upon I'm not far out," replied the trainer.
+
+"Awful job, this war," growled Sam; "upsets everything.  I've lost four
+of my best men, and some of the others want to join up."
+
+"Can't wonder at it.  We'll need every man we have to win outright."
+
+"Suppose we shall," said Sam.  "All the same it's hard lines on a chap
+when he's used to the men and they're used to him."
+
+In the evening they walked to Little Trent and went into the Sherwood
+Inn for a chat with Abel Head, who gave them a cordial welcome.  They
+were favorites, and he liked a talk about racing.  While they were
+chatting, a motor horn was heard and Abel said:
+
+"That's Meason coming back.  He's earlier than usual."
+
+The trainer and Sam had heard of Carl Meason and were aware of Abel's
+opinion about him.
+
+"He's making a long stay with you," said Fred.
+
+"I'm about tired of him, although I'll not deny he's a good customer
+and pays his way," said Abel.
+
+Carl Meason looked into the snuggery as he was passing the door.
+
+"Come in," said Sam.  "You may as well join us."
+
+Carl entered, took off his coat, and sat down.
+
+"When's the great match to come off?" he asked.  He was always posted
+up on racing; he liked a flutter and never lost an opportunity of
+getting a useful hint.
+
+"Hardly know yet," said Fred.  "I expect we'll have to wait until Mr.
+Chesney gets leave.  He'll want to see both races run."
+
+"And I suppose his horses will win both matches?" said Carl.
+
+"I hope so," said the trainer.
+
+"You're not certain?"
+
+"One can never be sure where racing is concerned," said Fred.
+
+Carl laughed.
+
+"Then what about these big coups that come off?  They're pretty sure
+about them."
+
+"Of course there are real good things, but even they are bowled over,"
+said Fred.
+
+"Clever men, you trainers," said Carl.
+
+"Some of them," said Sam, with a wink at Abel.
+
+"No doubt about Mr. Skane's being one of the clever men," said Carl.
+
+"Don't know so much about that; I've been done more than once," said
+Fred.
+
+"Shouldn't have thought it," said Carl.  "The man who did you must have
+got up very early in the morning."
+
+"Going out to-night again?" asked Abel.
+
+"Yes, walking; I have a little business on hand that concerns my
+happiness," said Carl.
+
+"Sounds a bit like courting," said Sam.
+
+"You're not far out," was Carl's reply.  "I'm thinking of getting
+married," he added as he left the room.
+
+"Who's the girl?" asked Sam.
+
+"Can't say for certain.  He's been thick with Jane Thrush for a long
+time; they go out together.  She's been in his motor to Nottingham.
+Can't think what Tom's about to allow it."
+
+"He'd be a good match for her, eh?" asked Fred.
+
+"I'm none so sure about that.  What do you say, Sam?" asked Abel.
+
+"I don't know much about the man.  Jane's a very pretty girl; she's
+quite good enough for him," said Sam.
+
+"I wish I could fathom him," said Abel.  "He's mysterious; them roads
+and maps is all a blind, I feel sure."
+
+"What makes you think so?" asked Sam.
+
+"Nothing in particular.  He keeps on tracing and tracking, and marking
+out spots in red ink, but I can't make head or tail of 'em," said Abel.
+
+"Leaves them about, does he?" asked the trainer.
+
+"Sometimes."
+
+"There can't be much harm in what he's doing," said Fred.
+
+Abel shook his head doubtfully.
+
+"If he hadn't been here before the war began I'd have him put down as a
+spy--I'm not quite sure he isn't."
+
+"Spying what?" asked Sam.
+
+"The lay of the land," replied Abel.
+
+"What for?  How will that help?  You don't think the Germans will come
+inside England?" laughed Fred.
+
+"Not by land.  They may come overhead and do some damage.  What about
+these Zepplins they've been building for a long time?" said Abel.
+
+The trainer laughed; so did Sam Kerridge.
+
+"You can laugh," said Abel, "but it's my belief they'll do some damage
+with 'em before long."
+
+"And you imagine Meason is planning out routes for them--is that it?"
+asked the trainer.
+
+"Something of the sort.  Wouldn't put it past him," said Abel.
+
+"I can't agree with you.  If he were doing that he wouldn't leave his
+work about," said Sam.
+
+"He leaves about what he likes.  I'll bet he has some things he would
+not like to be seen," said Abel.
+
+"It's a dangerous thing to be a spy," said Sam; "and I don't think he
+looks like one.  He'd have no time for courting if he'd a job like
+that."
+
+"For two pins I'd give information against him," said Abel.  "If I get
+half a chance, and enough evidence to go on I'll do it."
+
+"It is a serious charge to make," said Sam, and the trainer agreed.
+
+As they walked home they continued the conversation, and Sam gave Fred
+to understand there was something suspicious about Carl Meason's
+movements.
+
+"But it doesn't look much like spying.  He's after Jane Thrush and
+means matrimony--he'd have no time on his hands for that," said Sam.
+
+Carl Meason left the Inn and walked to the keeper's cottage.  He saw
+him leave, gun under arm, and as he wanted the coast clear it suited
+his purpose.  Jane opened the door when he tapped--she had come to know
+the sound.
+
+"Father's gone out," she said.
+
+"I saw him.  I am glad; I want a few words with you alone," he replied.
+"I am going away for a time on business and I want you to go with me.
+I shall be lost without you."
+
+"I cannot go away with you; you know that," she answered.
+
+"Oh, yes, you can--as my wife?" he said.  So he did wish to marry her.
+She was gratified.  She had thought of late such was not his intention.
+
+"You'll marry me?" she asked.
+
+"That's what I've come for to-night, to ask you to be my wife."
+
+She was silent.  It was an important step to take.  She liked him, but
+she was not sure she loved him, and she was a little afraid of him.
+She had caught glimpses of the brute in him once or twice; it revolted
+her.
+
+"Where are you going?" she asked.
+
+"To the sea.  We can spend our honeymoon there."
+
+"Where?"
+
+"I cannot tell you until we are on the way.  I want nobody round here
+to know my whereabouts," he said.
+
+"And you wish me to go with you as your wife?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"When do you start?"
+
+"In a week or so."
+
+"Then I will give you my answer in a day or two," she said quietly.
+
+He remained late, trying to persuade her to say she would be his wife.
+He had to leave without being satisfied, and he was annoyed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+TOM'S WEAKNESS
+
+"Then he's come to the scratch!  I thought he would.  You're a clever
+lass, Jane," said her father.
+
+"Nothing clever about it.  I haven't given him much encouragement," she
+said.
+
+"What are you going to do?"
+
+"That's for you to decide."
+
+"It concerns you more than me.  Do you love him?"
+
+"I'm not sure."
+
+"Eh!  Not sure--you've had time enough."
+
+"He's difficult to understand," said Jane.
+
+"In what way?" asked Tom.
+
+"I can hardly say; it's hard to explain.  He seems fond of me; he might
+make a good husband."
+
+"What's amiss with him?"
+
+"Oh, nothing; but sometimes he frightens me," she said.
+
+"Good Lord, how?" exclaimed Tom.
+
+"He's fierce at times--he's terribly determined even when he's making
+love."
+
+"That proves he's in earnest."
+
+"Perhaps so; it shows he wants me, anyhow."
+
+"That's in his favor.  He's offered marriage, so he means right by you."
+
+"It's his only chance," she replied.
+
+Tom thought there was a good deal of common-sense in her; he put it
+down to his credit that he had brought her up well, opened her eyes.
+
+"He must have money.  Perhaps I'd better have a talk with him."
+
+"What about?"
+
+"He ought to settle a sum on you," said Tom cautiously.
+
+Jane smiled as she thought: "You want money out of him, but you mean
+well."
+
+"Men with cash generally give their wives a bit down," said Tom.
+
+"If he did that, wouldn't it be rather like buying me?" she asked.
+
+"Lord, no!  Rich folk do it, the swells.  Why shouldn't he?"
+
+"He's not what I'd call a swell--real gentleman--not like Mr. Chesney,"
+said Jane.
+
+"That's different; there's not many men like him."
+
+"No, that's true," said Jane with a sigh.
+
+"I'll put a few questions to him," said Tom.  "Wonder what his business
+is?"
+
+"Surveyor; he says so."
+
+"Can't make it out why he hangs about here so long without it's for
+your sake, lass."
+
+"Perhaps that has something to do with it."
+
+"Must have," said Tom.
+
+He waited to see Carl Meason, who came the next morning, eager to have
+Jane's answer.  He had a long talk with Tom Thrush; they went for a
+walk; Carl returned alone.  He at once put the question to Jane, saying
+he had her father's consent.  She made up her mind quickly.  It was a
+chance she must not let slip--there were no eligible suitors in the
+neighborhood.
+
+"I will marry you, Carl," she said.  "You must be very good and kind to
+me."
+
+He drew her to him, and kissed her passionately, vowing he would do
+everything possible to make her happy.  He would have promised anything
+to gain his own ends.
+
+"I want to be married in Little Trent Church," she said.
+
+"I'll get a special license," he replied.  "We've no time to wait."
+
+"You're in a hurry to be off," said Jane.
+
+"Business, my dear.  I'd not have stayed so long at the Sherwood Inn if
+it hadn't been for you."
+
+"You do love me--it's not make-believe?"
+
+"Is that make-believe," he said, crushing her in his arms, kissing her
+many times.  She recognized it was anything but make-believe; he wanted
+her badly, he must love her.
+
+"Let me go," she said, panting.
+
+"You believe me?"
+
+"Yes, I believe you."
+
+"And you love me?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+He crushed her again, then reluctantly let her go and stood looking at
+her.
+
+"I've seen the parson," he said.  "He's a queer old fellow; said he
+must see your father about it--and you."
+
+"That's quite right.  We sort of belong to him; he's our guide.  I go
+to church."
+
+"I told him he'd have no difficulty with you, or your father, that
+you'd both consent," he said.
+
+"But you didn't know we would!" she remonstrated.
+
+"I was sure of it," said Carl.
+
+When he left, Jane wondered if he had promised or given her father any
+money; she half suspected there had been some bargaining and resented
+the thought.  She knew her father loved her dearly, but he also loved
+money and would go far to get it.
+
+Tom Thrush came home, putting a bold face on, but looked rather
+sheepish.
+
+"It's settled; I've taken him.  We're to be married in Little Trent
+Church.  Parson's coming to see us about it," she said.
+
+"Drat him, what's he coming for?" said Tom irritably.
+
+"Carl says we're to be married as soon as possible by special license.
+I suppose that's what he's coming about," replied Jane.
+
+"He's in a hurry."
+
+"We're going to the sea--for the honeymoon," said Jane, blushing
+prettily.
+
+"She's a beauty," thought Tom.  "I wonder if she could have done better
+for herself?"  He was seldom satisfied with anything.
+
+"Where to, what seaside?" he asked.
+
+"He said he could not tell me before we left.  He didn't want the
+people about here to know."
+
+"That's queer.  Why shouldn't he?" growled Tom.
+
+"He's good reasons for it, no doubt," she answered.  "Was anything said
+about money?"
+
+Tom shuffled uneasily in his chair.
+
+"Well, yes, we had a few words about it."
+
+"What did you say to him?"
+
+"Told him it was usual for a man of means to settle something on his
+wife."
+
+"Well, what did he say?"
+
+"Laughed; said he wasn't exactly a rich man but he could afford to keep
+a wife in comfort.  Then he offered to give me a hundred pounds to put
+by for you in case anything happened to him.  He said it would do for a
+bit until his affairs were settled.  I said it wasn't much.  We argued
+the thing out.  He's promised two hundred; that's not so bad," said Tom
+in a hesitating way.
+
+"Did he give you the money?" she asked,
+
+"No, he's bringing it to-night."
+
+"To hand it to me?" she asked.
+
+"I said I'd best keep it for you until you wanted it."
+
+Jane smiled.
+
+"You'll be sure and take care of it, Dad?" she said.
+
+"Upon my soul I will.  You know I'm a careful man with money, Jane," he
+said eagerly.
+
+"I shall want a little pocket money when I go away."
+
+"He'll give you some.  He's sure to be generous."
+
+"I think he has been generous in giving you two hundred pounds.  I
+shall not ask him for any.  You can spare some," said Jane.
+
+"Of course it's not mine; it's yours," protested Tom.  "But where's the
+harm in getting a bit more?  He knows we're not well off."
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"No," she said.  "I will not ask him, and you must not."
+
+"Very well, my lass.  Suppose we say ten pounds."
+
+"Not enough; it must be twenty at the least."
+
+Tom gave in at once.  She might refuse to let him hold the money for
+her; that would be a calamity.  Jane regarded this transaction with
+Carl Meason doubtfully.  It was too much like bargaining for her; but
+she loved her father, knew his weakness, and forgave.  After all, the
+money was hers, and he was honest and would not touch a penny of it; he
+merely wanted to gloat over its possession.
+
+Carl Meason saw Tom Thrush alone and handed over the two hundred
+pounds.  He was generally free with his money, and well supplied.
+
+"Jane'll have to go to Nottingham to buy a few things before she's
+married," said Tom, feeling his way.  He had promised Jane not to make
+more demands on Carl, but this did not include broad hints.
+
+"I'll take her over," said Carl.
+
+"That's all right; I can't afford to give her much," said Tom.
+
+Carl grinned, rather savagely, inwardly cursing Tom for a greedy,
+miserly man.  Well, he'd have Jane--that was his reward.
+
+"I'll see to it my wife shall have all she wants," he answered.
+
+"You'll not find her extravagant; she's been well brought up," said Tom.
+
+"Trust her father for that," said Carl.
+
+Jane went to Nottingham with Carl Meason; she found him liberal.  He
+bought her expensive dresses and wraps; she began to have a sense of
+importance.
+
+Tom Thrush was surprised.  Jane had never seemed quite so good-looking;
+he considered Carl Meason had secured a valuable prize.
+
+"I'll not deny he's dealt liberally with you," said Tom; "but you're
+worth it."
+
+Carl Meason was satisfied when he saw Jane dressed at her best.  She
+was even prettier than he thought; her new clothes certainly brought
+out her good points to perfection.  The scruples of the parson were
+overcome after he had talked freely with Tom and Jane.  He had doubts
+about the wisdom of the match, but kept them to himself.
+
+They were married in Little Trent Church and Eve Berkeley was present.
+She had been much surprised when Jane told her she was to be married to
+Carl Meason.
+
+"Are you quite sure you love him, Jane?" asked Eve.
+
+Jane was not quite sure, and said so.  Eve warned her she was about to
+try a dangerous experiment, run considerable risk.
+
+"I am very fond of you, Jane, and I want to see you happy," she said.
+"Consider it well; there is time to draw back.  You do not know much
+about Mr. Meason--nobody does; he is rather mysterious."
+
+After this interview with Eve Berkeley, Jane had doubts as to the
+wisdom of the course she was pursuing; they vanished when out of her
+presence.
+
+There were several villagers in the church and Jane's appearance
+created a mild sensation.  She seemed quite the lady, exceedingly
+pretty.  They had hitherto considered her as one of themselves, now she
+looked superior.
+
+Carl Meason was proud of his young bride, but he wanted her all to
+himself, and after a brief stay of a couple of hours they left the
+Sherwood Inn in his motor and started on their journey amidst the
+cheers of the villagers.  Carl had taken care to leave a liberal amount
+of money with Abel Head for the villagers' benefit; he wished to create
+a good impression and succeeded--for a time.
+
+Tom Thrush made the most of his hours at Sherwood Inn.  He was a
+temperate man, but this was a special occasion.  There was an ample
+supply of liquor, to which he did full justice.  The thought of
+returning to his cottage and finding no Jane there made him feel lonely
+and he remained at the Inn until closing-time.
+
+Abel Head walked some of the way with him, and as they were about to
+part, said:
+
+"I hope Jane will be happy.  She's a good girl, far too good for Meason
+I'm thinking."
+
+"Her'll be all right," said Tom.  "The man's behaved well; he'll be
+proud of her, you see if he's not."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+HALF A HEAD
+
+The matches were to take place at Newmarket on the first two days.
+They had been arranged so that Alan Chesney might be present; leave was
+granted for five days, and he hurried home from the front.  Since the
+desperate cavalry fighting with the Uhlans he had been promoted to the
+general staff in a special capacity kept a profound secret to all
+except those immediately concerned, and had already done excellent
+service.
+
+He arrived at Trent Park late in the evening, and at once went to The
+Forest where Eve Berkeley anxiously awaited him.  Bernard Hallam and
+Ella were there but discreetly kept out of the way until they met.
+Alan was bronzed and looked fit; Eve was proud of him.  They had much
+to talk over, and for an hour were left to themselves.  No mention was
+made of their marriage; it was understood it was to take place as soon
+as possible.
+
+When Bernard Hallam and Alan were alone the matches between their
+horses were the subject of conversation.
+
+"You've not seen 'em," said Bernard, alluding to Rainstorm and
+Southerly Buster.  "You'll be a bit surprised.  I shall give you a good
+run; it will probably result in winning one each."
+
+Alan smiled; he had frequently heard from his trainer and was confident
+of success.
+
+"Skane tells me your horses are better than he expected, but he thinks
+I shall win," he said.
+
+"And my man Wrench says I shall," was the reply.
+
+"There's a lot of interest in them, and the wagering will be close,"
+said Alan.
+
+"The odds will probably be on your horses; that's only natural.  Would
+you care to have a wager as well as the stake?"
+
+"I'm agreeable if you wish," said Alan.
+
+"Then suppose we say an even five hundred on each race?" said Hallam.
+
+"That will suit me," was Alan's reply.
+
+Ella greeted Alan without any embarrassment.  She had at first been
+touched by his attention to her, but directly she was certain he and
+Eve were in love she relinquished any hopes she might have had.  Alan
+did not conceal his pleasure at meeting her, and Eve felt a slight
+touch of jealousy which she quickly banished as a foolish fancy.  They
+were good friends, why should she not be pleased it was so?
+
+They went to Newmarket by motor early in the morning and drove direct
+to the course.  Alan was anxious to see the four horses; they were in
+the paddock, although The Duke and Southerly Buster were only due to
+run the mile that day.
+
+The Australians attracted a crowd and pleased the public; they were a
+good-looking pair, Rainstorm being the favorite.
+
+Alan was much impressed.  He recognized his horses would have to be at
+their best to beat them; this Fred Skane assured him was the case.  He
+went to look at The Duke and Bandmaster, and his hopes of winning rose.
+They were in splendid trim; the trainer had taken a lot of trouble with
+them.  Eve was naturally anxious for Alan to win.  Ella was quite
+convinced her father's horses would put up a good race; she had a
+couple of small wagers on with her friends.
+
+Mr. Hallam found no difficulty in getting odds of six to four against
+Southerly Buster in the ring; the bookmakers were disposed to field
+against the Australian representatives.  The match was regarded as an
+important event and placed third on the card.  When the horses came out
+there was much cheering.  It was a sporting affair in every sense of
+the word.  There were plenty of Australians in khaki, eager to show
+their faith in Southerly Buster.  Many of them were wounded, some known
+to Bernard Hallam and Ella.
+
+The course was the straight mile, and there is no better galloping
+ground.  Southerly Buster cantered down with Bradley in the saddle; the
+Baron's jockey fancied his mount, he had ridden him in several gallops.
+Tommy Colley was, as usual, on Alan's horse.  It seemed an equal match
+both as regards the riders and horses.  Naturally there was prejudice
+in favor of The Duke, odds of five to four being laid on him, then six
+to four was freely laid.
+
+"Going to beat you, Ben," said Tommy at the post.
+
+"You may, but you'll not find it easy; mine's a real good horse," was
+the reply.
+
+They sprang off together, at top speed in a few strides, and it was
+evident the mile would be covered in fast time.  Southerly Buster was a
+clinker over the distance, holding the Australian record for a mile, a
+generous horse, always willing to do his best.  The Duke had a temper,
+but Colley knew his peculiarities and humored him.  The horse had a bad
+habit; getting off well, he generally slackened speed after going a
+couple of furlongs.  He did so on this occasion and Southerly Buster
+gained a length or more, much to the consternation of backers of Alan's
+horse.  At the end of four furlongs the Australian had increased his
+lead and still The Duke held back.  Colley was anxious.  The Duke had a
+tremendous turn of speed, but nearly three lengths was a lot to make up
+in half a mile.
+
+The black, orange hoops and cap were conspicuous; Bernard Hallam
+fancied they would be as successful here as in Australia.
+
+Jack Wrench had a habit of giving a long and prolonged whoop when he
+felt sure of a horse's victory.  He proclaimed his confidence in
+Southerly Buster in a manner causing people near to laugh heartily.
+Hallam heard the well-known cry and it increased his hopes of winning.
+
+Alan was disappointed so far at The Duke's form.  He knew Colley was
+not quite as good as Bradley in a match, although his judgment was
+excellent, hardly ever at fault.
+
+They were two furlongs from the winning-post and Tommy wondered when
+The Duke would put on full pressure; it was high time if he were to
+win.  He dare not hit him, not at present; a few strides from the post
+it was generally effective because The Duke had no time to think things
+over and sulk.  Just as Colley was beginning to despair and becoming
+desperate he felt The Duke bound under him, and in a few seconds the
+whole aspect of the race changed.  So sudden was the move that Alan
+gasped.  Eve clutched his arm in her excitement.
+
+"By Jove, he's coming and no mistake!" exclaimed Alan.
+
+"Splendid!" said Eve.  "What wonderful speed--but will he catch him?"
+
+"Whoop, whoop, whoop!" came from Jack Wrench--three sharp, piercing
+cries; but there seemed to be a note of alarm in the last, it died away
+suddenly.
+
+The Duke was now almost at Southerly Buster's quarters, and Bradley was
+on the lookout for squalls; the advantage he possessed was greatly in
+his favor at this critical point.  Colley thrilled with excitement;
+after the first part of the race the change was delightful.  There was
+no doubt about The Duke's doing his best now.  A tremendous cheer came
+from the crowd as he drew almost level with Southerly Buster.
+
+They were not many lengths from the winning-post; it was a terrific
+set-to.  There was nothing between the pair; they were evenly matched.
+The Australian was a wonderful horse.  How the colonials cheered!
+There was nothing wrong with their lungs, whatever there might be with
+their limbs.  It was a glorious sight to watch these two horses,
+representatives of all that was best in the sport on two sides of the
+world, struggling for supremacy.  There was the blue blood of the
+English thoroughbred in both, although reared and trained under
+different conditions.  Cheering and counter-cheering echoed over the
+heath as The Duke and Southerly Buster struggled on.  Whichever won,
+the honors were almost equal; this is as it ought to be on a match of
+this kind.
+
+The whips were out; down they came, and still the horses were locked
+together.  The Duke tossed his head.  Colley thought it was all up,
+that he had given in; then to his surprise the horse's resentment took
+another turn and he made a savage effort to get his head in front.
+
+The din was tremendous, and the excitement great; there was not likely
+to be a better race than this in the four days.
+
+Bradley rode splendidly, so did Colley, and both horses put in all they
+knew.
+
+They were just at the post when The Duke made his final stride.  Had he
+won?  Nobody knew, not even the jockeys; each thought he had just got
+it.  The judge was certain; he alone could decide, and he did not
+hesitate.
+
+There was a moment of silent suspense, then the hurricane of cheers as
+number one, The Duke's number, went up.  Alan's horse had won by half a
+head in the last stride and Southerly Buster was only just vanquished.
+"Honor's divided," was Mr. Hallam's comment when he met Alan in the
+paddock.
+
+"They are," he replied; "there is nothing between them."
+
+"Only half a head," answered Mr. Hallam, smiling, "but it makes all the
+difference."
+
+"I thought I'd just done it," said Bradley.
+
+"So did I," said Colley.  "It was the last stride; they were dead level
+next moment."
+
+"It was worth coming home for," said Alan enthusiastically.  "There'll
+be some fun at the front to-night.  There were several wagers on.  They
+are all great sports."
+
+"Will they hear the result?" asked Eve.
+
+"Oh, yes; you've no idea how news gets round; it's remarkable where it
+comes from--Lord only knows," said Alan.
+
+There was much speculation in Newmarket during the evening as to the
+next day's match.  Southerly Buster had run such a race that it was
+considered Rainstorm, who was the better horse, had a splendid chance
+of beating Bandmaster.  Many people doubted the Hunt Cup winner's
+capability to stay two miles.  Mr. Hallam was so impressed with
+Southerly Buster's performance that he laid several big wagers
+Rainstorm would win.  Alan was not oversanguine, although Fred Skane
+declared Bandmaster's task was easier than The Duke's.
+
+Baron Childs invited Alan, Evelyn Berkeley, and the Hallams to stay
+with him for the night; he also had other friends there.  During the
+evening there was some wagering on the next day's match and opinions
+were about equally divided.
+
+The Baron was particularly attentive to Eve.  Alan smiled as he said to
+himself:
+
+"He does not know we are engaged.  Eve is mine; there's no chance for
+anybody else."
+
+Alan walked to Skane's after dinner and had a long talk with him over
+the running of his horses.
+
+"Think we'd better put Robin Hood over the sticks," he said.  "I've
+found out he's a good fencer; there'll be some meetings under National
+Hunt rules during the winter and next spring."
+
+Alan was pleased at the suggestion; he loved a ride over the sticks or
+steeple-chase course, and Robin Hood was just the mount for him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+TWO STAYERS
+
+When Rainstorm and Bandmaster cantered down the course they were
+greeted with cheers; the second match was regarded with even more
+interest than the first.
+
+The element of doubt about the staying powers of Bandmaster caused odds
+to be laid on the Australian, who had the reputation of a long distance
+winner.  Alan was rather surprised at this, and supported his horse
+freely in order to make him favorite.  This he did not succeed in, as
+the colonials laid short odds freely on Rainstorm.
+
+Both horses were fit; they went moving past in free and easy style.
+Some said Bandmaster was a bit above himself; another gallop or two
+would have made all the difference, but the trainer said no; the horse
+always did better when a trifle big.
+
+They were to run over the last two miles of the Caesarewitch course, a
+sure test of a horse's stamina.
+
+They were sent on their journey at once and Rainstorm made the running.
+Wrench told Bradley he need not fear making as much use of him as he
+thought fit.
+
+Colley was content to wait, keeping well in the track of the leader.
+Skane said to him before he mounted:
+
+"Don't bustle him, let the other fellow make the pace; come as fast as
+you like at the end of the first mile, he'll think it's another Hunt
+Cup gallop.  He's got the speed, we all know that, and I want to prove
+he's a stayer as well."
+
+Rainstorm reveled in the going, which was fairly hard.  He loved to
+hear his feet rattle; this was the sort of ground he was used to.
+Bandmaster seemed indifferent to the going, he galloped just as well
+when the ground was heavy; his temper was of the best, an easy horse to
+ride, always ready to run a genuine race.
+
+Colley knew he was going well, and was content to wait for the end of
+the first mile as Skane had told him.
+
+There was much jubilation as Rainstorm came striding along in front;
+this time no doubt the result would be in favor of the Australian.  Mr.
+Hallam was satisfied; his favorite was going in his best form; the
+honor of Australia would be upheld, he felt certain of winning.
+
+Fred Skane looked on with a smile of satisfaction.  At the end of the
+first mile Bandmaster was going as strong as when he had started, and
+had not been at full speed.  He waited for Colley to bring him along,
+thinking there would be a surprise for the folks who regarded the horse
+as a non-stayer.
+
+Alan, despite the trainer's assurance, still had doubts about his
+horse.  He thought Bandmaster was running unkindly, and put it down to
+his objections to going the distance.
+
+Colley still waited, and Fred Skane wondered if he had mistaken the
+distance.  The jockey had not, but it occurred to him Bandmaster's run
+would come better at the six furlongs than the mile.  Skane gave him
+discretionary powers because he knew the horse and how to ride him.
+
+"Here he comes," said Skane to himself, as he fixed his glasses on the
+horse.
+
+Bandmaster responded to Colley's call; he dashed forward at a great
+pace and drew almost level with Rainstorm.  This was a revelation to
+doubters, and some wagers were laid that Alan's horse would win.
+
+Bradley, having been just beaten on Southerly Buster, was determined to
+turn the tables this time.  Jack Wrench told him what a great horse
+Rainstorm was, one of the best stayers in Australia.  "Nearly as good
+as Carbine," he said.
+
+This, combined with his own opinion that Bandmaster was only a miler,
+made him sanguine, and when Rainstorm made the running without an
+effort he considered the race at the end of ten furlongs as good as won.
+
+It came as a surprise when Bandmaster drew alongside, but he considered
+this effort a flash in the pan, anticipating the horse's falling back.
+At the end of another furlong Bandmaster still stuck to his work, and
+Colley appeared to be taking things easily.
+
+"He's trying to fox me," thought Bradley.
+
+Four furlongs from home Alan's horse was still going strong, showing no
+signs of shirking or giving way under pressure.
+
+Bradley began to have doubts.  Bandmaster traveled like a stayer, no
+doubt about it; still he could not quite believe he would last it out.
+
+Rainstorm lacked one thing, a fine turn of speed to finish up with;
+this was where Bandmaster came in.
+
+Colley urged his mount forward and headed his opponent.  Bandmaster
+showed in front, and Bradley began to niggle at Rainstorm in order to
+keep his place.  The Hunt Cup winner was traveling almost as fast as at
+Ascot and so great was the pace that Rainstorm felt the pressure.
+There seemed every possibility of this race's being as close as the
+first; it was astonishing how well the horses were matched.  If anybody
+had doubts about the merits of Australian horses they were being
+rapidly dispelled.
+
+There was a bigger crowd than the previous day, for the great race
+between The Duke and Southerly Buster roused sporting enthusiasm to a
+high pitch.  The best patrons of racing were present, men who
+thoroughly enjoyed a match of this kind and were content with a fiver
+on the one they fancied.
+
+The cheering began when the pair reached the stands, and was renewed
+again and again.
+
+Alan was keenly interested in the result.  If Bandmaster beat Rainstorm
+he would be delightfully surprised.  He smiled as he pictured Fred
+Skane crowing over the doubters and pronouncing Bandmaster the best
+horse in the land.
+
+Eve was anxious.  She wanted Alan to win both matches; at the same time
+she was glad Mr. Hallam's horses showed such good form.  She was quite
+willing to accept his excuse that they would have done better had they
+been thoroughly acclimatized.  There was, however, little time to think
+over these things; all attention was concentrated on the race, which
+was now at the most exciting part, and the tumult at its height.  The
+brown jacket with the blue sleeves held the lead as they came up the
+rise, but the black and orange hoops were close on to them, and
+Rainstorm's head was at Bandmaster's girth.
+
+It was a punishing finish, but neither horse gave way--a splendid
+display of dogged courage and endurance, it appealed to all that was
+best in thousands of people witnessing it.
+
+Bradley roused himself for a final effort; few jockeys had his strength
+at the end of a severe course; he had snatched races out of the fire by
+sheer power of endurance.
+
+Tommy had beaten him yesterday; he was almost savagely determined not
+to be placed second to-day.  Every nerve was strained, all his
+resources, and they were many, were called upon.  He rode with his head
+as well as his legs, and judged every little thing in favor of his
+mount.
+
+If Rainstorm had a bit of brilliant dash in him all would be well, but
+had he?  From the way the horse had traveled Ben doubted but
+nevertheless determined to test him to the utmost.  He felt the horse
+roll a trifle and held him firm.  What caused this?  He was certain
+Rainstorm was not beaten.
+
+Then Bandmaster did the same thing, but it was more of a lurch and
+Colley gasped in surprise.  Both jockeys were straining to the utmost
+but had not drawn their whips.  Bradley was the first to raise his arm;
+Colley saw it and immediately followed suit.  The whips came down
+simultaneously, the result was equal and the horses kept their
+positions.  Again the whips fell and this time it was Bandmaster made
+the better response.
+
+It was not a cruel race; these reminders were not vicious, so sensitive
+were the wonderfully bred horses that they answered to the least call.
+
+Alan's horse gained half a length and there was a terrific cheer; the
+brown and blue was well in front, the black and orange hoops fell back.
+
+A look of disappointment stole over Bernard Hallam's face.  Rainstorm
+was his favorite; he would have given much to see him win.  Two miles
+was his best distance.  What a horse Bandmaster must be to beat him!  A
+Hunt Cup winner giving Rainstorm the go-by over two miles--it was
+hardly credible; but there was the hard fact.
+
+"Ah!"
+
+Mr. Hallam exclaimed loudly.
+
+"Hurrah!"
+
+He shouted at the top of his voice.
+
+"Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!"
+
+The cry came again in three loud, victorious cheers.
+
+And what caused it?  Why this sudden change from despondency to joyful
+hope of victory?
+
+Rainstorm, after a prodigious effort on Bradley's part, drew level with
+Bandmaster, got his head in front, kept it there, and the judge's box
+was only a few yards away.  A wonderful bit of riding, a great and
+gallant effort on the part of a good horse.
+
+Tommy almost yelled as he drove Bandmaster along; to be defeated after
+all, no, he couldn't stand that.  He never rode a better race and he
+had a good horse under him.
+
+The last effort made by Rainstorm seemed likely to carry him first past
+the post, and Bernard Hallam was sure of winning.  Bandmaster, however,
+would not be denied, the horse divined there was danger of losing;
+being full of courage he resented this and put forth his strength and
+speed to stave off defeat.  How he did it Colley could not tell, but by
+some almost magical power he drew level with Rainstorm again and the
+desperate struggle continued.
+
+The best thoroughbred never knows when he is beaten; so it was in the
+case of Bandmaster, who hung on to his opponent with bulldog tenacity.
+Bernard Hallam hardly believed it possible that Alan's horse had again
+got on terms with Rainstorm.  The angle was deceiving and his colors
+still appeared to be in front; so thought hundreds of others.
+
+For a brief moment the eyes of the jockeys met; each saw grim
+determination there, then they looked ahead and the judge's box loomed
+up clear and close.
+
+The finish was thrilling.  As they flashed past the post the question
+was asked, "What's won?" and nobody could tell.
+
+"Close as The Duke's race," said one.
+
+"Gone one better; Rainstorm won," said one of the Australians.
+
+"Don't think so; that was a terrific run of Bandmaster's," replied
+another.
+
+The numbers seemed a long time going up, then number one was slipped
+in; before the roar of Bandmaster's supporters died away number two
+appeared alongside it.  The result was a dead heat--a mighty
+struggle--a dead heat over two miles.  The owners were not likely to
+run it off, so which was the better horse was not settled and there
+would be much food for argument.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+
+THE RAID
+
+"We shall have to make another match to settle the question," said Mr.
+Hallam.
+
+"I'm willing," laughed Alan, "but give me time.  I must go back at
+once; there's some tough work to be done before long."
+
+"When you like," replied Mr. Hallam.  "I am not going back to Australia
+at present.  I have no wish to be sent to the bottom of the sea."
+
+Alan said good-bye to Eve at The Forest.  Before leaving for London he
+saw Duncan Fraser.  Everything was going well, no cause for anxiety,
+and the manager spoke hopefully of the future.
+
+Alan was surprised when he heard of Jane Thrush's marriage and rated
+Tom soundly for "throwing her away" on such a fellow.
+
+Tom remonstrated in a sullen way, saying he thought it a good match for
+his daughter.
+
+"You'll find out it is not," said Alan sharply.  "The man is probably
+in the pay of the enemy, and will be laid by the heels before long;
+then she will come back to you and you'll be glad to have her."
+
+Alan suspected Tom had been bribed by Meason; he knew his fondness for
+money but did not question him on this subject.
+
+Tom Thrush thought over what Alan said.  It caused him some uneasiness.
+He had a great respect for him and his opinions and knew he would not
+make an assertion without good grounds for doing so.
+
+Carl Meason and his wife arrived at a small resort on the East Coast
+and stayed at an hotel.  She wondered why he came here; there was not
+much to see, it was dull.  Once she had been to Scarboro' and enjoyed
+the brief stay, but H---- was a different place.
+
+Meason left her alone a good deal.  The excuse was he had work to do;
+he did not explain what it was.
+
+After a week in Meason's company Jane already began to repent her
+hurried marriage.  Carl was rough; some of the veneer wore off rapidly.
+He gave her money and told her to amuse herself, but there was little
+chance of that in such a place.
+
+"Why don't you take me with you?  I'd like to see the country," said
+Jane.
+
+"Can't be done, my dear; not yet, at least.  Wait a week or two and I
+may be able to do so," he replied.
+
+"What are you so very busy about?" she asked.
+
+He declined to gratify her curiosity and said a wife ought to trust her
+husband; to which she responded that he didn't seem to trust her.
+
+"Perhaps you'd rather go back to your father?" he sneered.
+
+"You are unkind; you know I would not, but I think you might be with me
+more; it's lonely here," she said with tears in her eyes.
+
+He kissed her, talked soothingly, and she was pacified.  When alone she
+wondered what he was about.  She thought the proprietor of the hotel
+and others regarded him with suspicion; it made her uneasy; she began
+to consider what Abel Head and others had said about him at Little
+Trent.
+
+Already Zeppelin raids had been made on the coast, also S.E. counties,
+but Jane paid little heed to them.  She looked at the pictures but they
+gave little information.
+
+Carl came back very late, or rather early in the morning; she had gone
+to bed in a depressed state.  What kept him out until this hour?  It
+was three o'clock when he came into the room.  She sat up in bed, the
+light was burning, and looked at him half frightened.
+
+"I thought you were never coming," she said.  "Where have you been?"
+
+He locked the door, then sank into a chair exhausted.
+
+"I'm tired out," he said.
+
+"Where have you been?" she asked again.
+
+"I went to ----; the car broke down; I had to have it repaired.  It's
+all right now; I'll take you out to-morrow, Jane," he said.
+
+This pacified her, but as she looked at him she fancied she detected
+signs of fear in his face; there was a furtive, hunted look about him.
+There was startling news in the papers next morning.  A Zeppelin raid
+on the Norfolk coast was reported.  Several people were killed and
+injured.
+
+There was much excitement in the hotel; nothing else was talked about,
+and Carl Meason was regarded with curiosity.  It was known he had been
+out in his motor until the early hours of the morning--perhaps he had
+seen the Zeppelins.
+
+Questions were put to him.  He replied that he saw nothing of them; his
+car broke down and it was a long time before he got it repaired.  He
+was miles away in a lonely part of the country when it happened;
+fortunately he knew all about cars and the works; it was a great
+advantage to put your car right when it went wrong.  He spoke freely,
+courting questions, made comments on the raid.  He had recovered his
+self-possession during the few hours' rest and was willing to meet all
+comers.
+
+Jane was packing in her room when he went downstairs; he told her they
+would leave in the afternoon.  After all it was a dull place for her
+and another part of the country would suit her best, or would she
+prefer to go to London for a few days?
+
+She said she would love to see London, she had never been there; it
+must be a grand place.
+
+He promised to consider it over and left her in the room.
+
+Carl went out to examine his car; he was very particular about it.
+
+"Nobody's been meddling," he thought; "it's just as I brought it in.
+It was a deuce of a run, exciting while it lasted.  I don't think
+anybody spotted me."
+
+When Jane reached the foot of the stairs she heard people talking in
+the private bar.  There were three or four of them, she concluded, but
+the door was almost closed and she could not see inside.  One voice she
+recognized as the landlord's.
+
+The mention of her husband's name caused her to stand still and listen.
+The men were discussing the raid, from which she gathered that it was
+supposed the Zeppelins were guided by a motor car with a powerful
+light.  Strong remarks were passed and hopes expressed that the
+scoundrel would be caught.  It was surmised he was in the pay of the
+Huns--a spy--and he deserved shooting.
+
+"He's a mysterious fellow," said the landlord, alluding to Carl Meason.
+"He was out in his motor half the night, came home between two and
+three.  I'd like to know where he went; if I had something definite to
+go on I'd give warning to the police."
+
+"You'd better do that in any case," said one of the men.  "You'll be on
+the safe side then."
+
+"That's all right," said the landlord, "but I might get into trouble if
+there's nothing wrong with him."
+
+"Risk it, Frank; it's worth it.  There's no end of these spies about,
+and the sooner they're stopped the better."
+
+"I'll think it over--if he's a spy I'm sorry for his wife.  She's a
+pretty quiet little woman, far too good for him."
+
+Jane heard this conversation; she saw the door move and stepped into
+the hall.  It was the landlord looked out and wished her good-day.
+
+"I have been packing," she said, with a faint attempt at a smile.
+
+"You are leaving?" he asked.
+
+"I believe so.  My husband talks about going this afternoon," she
+replied.
+
+"He has not said anything to me at present.  He's outside looking over
+his motor; he had a breakdown yesterday--lucky he could put it right.
+He was a long way from a town--Norwich would probably be the nearest,"
+said Frank Spatts, the landlord.
+
+Jane looked at him inquiringly.  Carl told her he had the car repaired
+at ----.  This was another tale.
+
+"Yes, I believe he had a breakdown," she said hesitatingly.
+
+"You've heard of the Zeppelin raid last night?  Some damage was done on
+the Coast, a cowardly thing killing innocent people, women and
+children."
+
+"Oh, I am sorry!" exclaimed Jane.  "It is terrible.  They must have
+been near here.  Perhaps that is why my husband is leaving."
+
+Spatts smiled as he said:
+
+"It may be the reason.  I'll ask him when he comes in."
+
+Jane went out.  The sea breeze blew refreshingly; she felt rather faint
+and it revived her.  She did not go direct to the garage but walked
+along the front; there were few visitors about.  She sat down
+presently.  Two men occupied the other end of the seat.
+
+"The police are almost certain the Zeppelins were guided by a motor
+car.  Wish they'd find it," said one of the men.
+
+Jane got up; she could not stand any more of this; she blamed herself
+for connecting this motor car with Carl.  Why did he tell her he had
+the car repaired at ---- and the landlord that he did it himself?  She
+walked back to the hotel very uneasy and found Carl standing at the
+door with the landlord; they were laughing--this relieved her.  Carl
+turned to her and said:
+
+"Have you packed?  We leave after lunch."
+
+She said she had, and asked if he had read about the Zeppelin raid.
+
+"We were just talking about it," he replied.
+
+Spatts went inside, leaving them together.
+
+"The man's a fool," said Carl, jerking his head in the direction of the
+landlord.
+
+"Is he?  What were you laughing at?" asked Jane.
+
+"He said he thought it probable somebody in a motor car guided the
+airships," said Carl.
+
+"And you think that is not correct?"
+
+"Of course it isn't; how could they do it?  I soon proved to him it was
+not possible, and it was then he laughed at the absurdity of the idea."
+
+"You told me you had the car repaired at ----," she said.
+
+"Well?"
+
+"You told him you did the repairs yourself, in a lonely part of the
+country."
+
+"Don't be a fool, Jane.  I don't wish everybody to know where I have
+been."
+
+"You were at ----?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Did you see the airship over there?"
+
+"I saw something hovering in the air but of course I never dreamed it
+was one of those things."
+
+"And you heard no bombs explode?"
+
+He laughed as he replied:
+
+"Not likely.  I should hardly wait for that."
+
+She was not satisfied.  When they started on their journey the landlord
+said:
+
+"I hope you will not have another breakdown, Mr. Meason."
+
+"No fear of that.  I've patched it up well; it will carry us to our
+destination."
+
+"Where's that?"
+
+"Beyond York," said Carl.
+
+"Inquisitive beggar," he said to Jane when the car was away.
+
+"We are not going to York?" she asked.
+
+"No, you asked to go to London; we'll get there to-night," he said.
+
+"Then why did you tell him we were going to York?"
+
+"Because it suited my purpose," he replied.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+JANE SUSPECTS
+
+The journey to London was accomplished without mishap.  Carl was a good
+driver; the car sped along at a rapid pace.  Jane enjoyed the ride; the
+scenery was new to her, and she was observant.
+
+Arriving at the city he drove to the Fairfax Hotel, a quiet place
+mostly used by families.  There was no garage.  Leaving Jane there, he
+went to put up the car.
+
+She waited for him.  He seemed a long time coming.  She did not care to
+leave the room in his absence.
+
+At last he came.  He made no apology for being away so long; he seemed
+preoccupied and said little.
+
+They dined together, and then he took her out.  The streets were dull
+and dark, very few lights in the shops, hardly any in the streets.  The
+noise and bustle confused her.
+
+"There's not much to see at night," he said; "we'll have a look round
+to-morrow."
+
+"What's that?" she asked in alarm.
+
+"A searchlight," he replied laughing.  "There's any amount of them but
+they don't appear to be of much service."
+
+"What are they used for?"
+
+"To discover the whereabouts of Zeppelins."
+
+"It can't be very safe here?"
+
+"It's safe enough; they won't drop bombs near where we are staying."
+
+"How do you know?"
+
+"Oh well, it's not likely; they'll go for something more important than
+the Fairfax Hotel," he replied.
+
+Jane was tired.  They went to bed early.  She awoke in the middle of
+the night and found Carl missing.  She thought this strange.  There was
+a dim light burning.  She sat up; perhaps he had only gone out of the
+room, then she noticed his clothes were not there; he had evidently
+dressed.
+
+She tried to sleep but could not.  She was afraid and shivered under
+the bed-clothes.  He had no right to leave her in the hotel at this
+hour.  His actions were mysterious; he always appeared to have
+something to do in the night.  She had no watch and wondered what time
+it was; then she heard a clock strike one.  He must have gone out when
+she fell asleep.
+
+Soon after she heard an explosion.  It sounded some distance away.
+Then she heard movements in the house, people hurrying about, voices
+calling.  It was strange and disquieting.
+
+Some one paused outside her door; then she heard the handle turn and
+Carl came into the room, swiftly, silently, closing the door after him
+and locking it.
+
+She pretended to be asleep, heard him come to the bedside and breathed
+heavily.  He seemed satisfied she did not hear him.  He moved away.
+She opened her eyes and saw him unlocking his suitcase; his back was
+toward her.  He took out some papers, sorted them, put a couple on the
+dressing-table, then placed the others in the case.
+
+He lit a candle but first turned round and looked at her.  She breathed
+heavily.
+
+She was cautious but she watched him over the top of the clothes, which
+were drawn up to her face.  She was surprised to see him carefully burn
+the papers.  He placed the candle on a newspaper so that the ashes
+would fall on it.  He pressed the pieces with his hand as they fell.
+When they were consumed he wrapped the remains in a piece of the paper,
+screwed it tightly, then put the small package in the case.  He then
+undressed and came to the bed.
+
+There was a knock at the door but he made no response.  It was
+repeated, this time louder, sharper.
+
+Carl said in a half-sleepy voice:
+
+"Who's there?"
+
+"It's me, the hall porter; I want to see you for a moment."
+
+Carl got out of bed grumbling.  Jane thought he was a long time
+unlocking the door.  She moved restlessly but still pretended to be
+asleep.
+
+"What is it?  Why the deuce do you rouse me at this hour of the night?"
+asked Carl angrily.
+
+"Mr. Hurd, the manager, said he thought he saw you come into the house
+a few minutes ago; I said you had not, that you were in your room; I
+did not see you and I was in the hall."
+
+"Confound him!  I shan't stay here if I'm roused up at this unearthly
+hour.  It's abominable!  You are disturbing my wife's rest.  What are
+the people tearing about the place for?" asked Carl as he heard
+footsteps.
+
+"Didn't you hear the explosion?  They are at it again."
+
+"Hush!" said Carl.  "You'll wake my wife; it will frighten her.  You've
+all gone mad.  I heard nothing."
+
+"I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Hurd was so certain he saw you come in I
+thought I'd see for myself."
+
+"And what the devil does it matter to him whether I was out or in?"
+asked Carl sharply.
+
+"That's not my business, sir.  Please excuse me.  I'll tell him you are
+in your room," said the man, shuffling away.  "Queer smell of burning,"
+he muttered as he went along the landing; "seemed to be in his room."
+
+The manager was in the hall.  With him were an inspector of police and
+a detective.
+
+"Well?" asked Hurd.
+
+"He's in his room, undressed and in bed.  I knew he didn't come in."
+
+"You're mistaken," said the Inspector.  "He did.  I saw him."
+
+"He gave me an accurate description of Mr. Meason," said Hurd, "and I
+am certain I saw him come in."
+
+The hall porter shook his head.
+
+"I was here when you came downstairs and I didn't see him."
+
+"It's very strange," said the Inspector, looking at the detective.
+"Are you sure he's the man you followed, that he came in here?"
+
+"We both saw him," said the detective dryly.
+
+"If it is the man, he's been precious quick undressing and getting into
+bed," said the Inspector doubtfully.
+
+Several people were in the hall.  The explosion roused them.  They made
+anxious inquiries; the manager assured them.
+
+Carl Meason listening upstairs little knew what a narrow escape he had.
+He was not aware he was followed as he hurried back to the hotel nor
+was he aware that an accurate description of him was in the hands of
+the police.
+
+It was Valentine Braund, the American millionaire, who had given
+information to the authorities.  He had been to Little Trent the day
+after Meason left the Sherwood Inn, and a piece of paper found in
+Carl's room by Abel Head confirmed his suspicions that the man was Karl
+Shultz who he was convinced was the organizer of the explosion at the
+Valentine Steel Works.  He had asked Head to give him the paper.  It
+did not appear to be of much importance but the name Mannie Kerrnon was
+written on it.  Braund knew this was the woman who worked with Shultz,
+and his interest became active.  He was a determined man and had made
+up his mind never to forget Shultz.  He had already spent money freely
+trying to find him.  He left Head very much mystified and proceeded to
+interview Tom Thrush.
+
+Thrush recognized him and as usual scented money.  Braund proceeded
+cautiously, asking all sorts of questions about the country, Mr.
+Chesney, and the stud, also speaking of the two matches at Newmarket
+which he saw decided.
+
+Tom was completely off his guard and replied with a laugh to his
+question as to Jane's marriage:
+
+"I don't think she's done amiss.  He seems a good sort of man and he
+has money."
+
+"Well, I hope it will turn out all right," said Braund.  "Where did
+they spend the honeymoon?"
+
+Tom explained.  He had heard from Jane.  They were at H----.
+
+Braund had some difficulty in restraining his impatience.
+
+"Nice place, isn't it?" he said.
+
+"Quiet, she found it a bit dull; expect they've left by this."
+
+Braund remained with him some little time and then drove away in his
+motor.  He did not return to the Sherwood Inn but told his chauffeur to
+go the nearest way to H----, "and get there as fast as you can without
+running into danger."
+
+He soon discovered where Meason and his wife stayed, made inquiries,
+Frank Spatts gave him every information.
+
+"He was out till nearly three in the morning," said Spatts.
+
+"The night the Zeppelins were over?"
+
+"Yes; he left the next afternoon," said Spatts.
+
+Valentine Braund also discovered that Meason's car had not taken the
+York road but had traveled London way.  He followed quickly and arrived
+in town not long after Meason.  It was Braund who set the police on his
+track.  He was with them when he found they had allowed him to leave
+the Fairfax Hotel.  The Inspector told him they had not sufficient
+evidence to go upon and were not justified in arresting him.
+
+"You might have stretched a point," grumbled Braund.
+
+"That's all very well.  I don't say you're not right, but we have to be
+very careful in such cases," said the Inspector.
+
+"You are so careful that you allow fellows in motor cars to scour the
+country and pilot these raiders," snapped Braund.
+
+Carl Meason was alarmed.  The police had been informed as to his
+movements; he had very little doubt about that.  He told Jane he must
+leave London at once, it was very important; he was going to Margate,
+but she must not tell anybody.
+
+She was disappointed.  He had promised to take her about London; she
+had seen nothing of it.
+
+He answered her sharply.  His business was more important than tramping
+about London.
+
+What was his business, she asked again, and her constant repetition
+irritated him.  He gave no satisfactory replies and she resented this.
+Jane was sharp, her faculties developed.  She was not so simple as he
+imagined.  He was surprised at her persistence.  Was she beginning to
+suspect him?  If so what did she think?
+
+The journey to Margate by road was interesting.  There was not much
+conversation.  When she spoke he answered in monosyllables.  He drove
+to the White Hart Hotel facing the harbor and engaged a front room.
+
+"You'll be able to pass the time watching the people," he said, "and
+the harbor is always interesting."
+
+"What shall you be doing?" she asked.
+
+"Don't keep cross-examining me," he replied.  "It puts me in a bad
+temper."
+
+"You are generally in a bad temper," she said.
+
+"Look here, Jane, my girl, we'd better understand each other," he
+replied.  "I have work to do and I mean to carry it out whether you
+like it or not."
+
+"Are you tired of me already?" she asked.
+
+"Not exactly, but you are going the right way to bring it about," he
+answered.
+
+"I have a right to know what you are doing."
+
+"Some day if you are very good I may tell you," he said.
+
+Jane became suspicious.  The more she was left to herself, the more
+time she had to think matters over.  It seemed strange that Carl was
+always about where there were Zeppelin raids.  She began to connect him
+with them.  Abel Head had called him a spy, perhaps he was, at any rate
+his movements were suspicious.
+
+The conversations she had heard were disquieting.  It was evident
+several people had doubts about him.  She was his wife and she was
+determined if he did not treat her well not to put up with his conduct.
+She had money--she took care of that--and she could always go home.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+
+ALAN'S DANGER
+
+Eve Berkeley was anxious, having not heard from Alan for several weeks.
+She eagerly scanned the papers but found no mention of his name.  Ella
+Hallam was with her.  Eve was glad of company, it cheered her, and
+Duncan Fraser came frequently to The Forest, generally looking in at
+Trent Park on the way.
+
+Eve surmised that Ella was the attraction and hoped that her friend
+would recognize his many good qualities.  She liked Fraser.  He did so
+much for Alan, and the business prospered under his management.  He had
+not heard from him and, like Eve, was growing anxious.
+
+"Perhaps he has been sent on an important mission," he said, "and is
+unable to write.  When he left he hinted at something of the kind."
+
+"The suspense is more than I can bear," she replied.
+
+"I am sure he is safe," said Ella.  "Mr. Chesney is capable of taking
+care of himself."
+
+"Under ordinary circumstances," said Eve; "but there is danger
+everywhere in France."
+
+Captain Morby was home on leave.  He came to see Eve.  She welcomed him
+cordially.  Had he any news of Alan?
+
+He looked grave and her heart sank.
+
+"You will keep it secret?" he said.
+
+"Anything you will tell me I will not repeat," she replied.
+
+"He was sent to Brussels," said Harry.
+
+"Brussels!" exclaimed Eve.  "Right into the enemy's quarters!"
+
+"Yes, a dangerous mission, but no one so competent to perform it
+successfully as Alan."
+
+"But Brussels!  He will never come out alive!"
+
+Harry smiled as he replied:
+
+"It is part of a great danger, but even if he were discovered I do not
+suppose his life would be forfeited, although he might be detained."
+
+"Why did he go, who sent him?" she asked.
+
+"A highly placed member of the Belgian Government.  I was told on best
+authority he was specially requested to go," said Harry.
+
+"Then I am not surprised he placed his services at their disposal,"
+said Eve.
+
+"No more am I."
+
+It was quite true.  Alan had accepted this dangerous mission which, if
+successfully accomplished, would render great service.  He had full
+permission to go and did not underestimate the risk.
+
+Discarding his uniform he put on civilian clothes and posed as a
+Belgian.  He spoke French fairly well and this helped him.  After many
+narrow escapes he succeeded in reaching Brussels, where he was in
+danger of discovery every hour.  He walked about the streets openly,
+sat in several cafes, and talked with the people.  There were hundreds
+of German officers and soldiers, but there was nothing particularly
+suspicious about Alan's appearance.  He was well disguised and did not
+look at all like an Englishman.
+
+Despite this some officers looked at him curiously and in the course of
+a few days he fancied he was followed.
+
+He succeeded in his mission and learned by heart what he had to say on
+his return.  There were many willing Belgians ready to help him at the
+risk of their lives.  In a fortnight he was ready to leave the city;
+but this was more difficult than entering it.  On every side were
+Germans, and nobody was allowed to leave Brussels without a special
+permit, and these were hard to get.  He had to wait as patiently as
+possible for a favorable opportunity.  Every day he remained the
+situation became more dangerous.
+
+So far he had avoided speaking to any of the Englishwomen who were
+still in the city.  He knew he was watched, that the first false step
+might be fatal.
+
+He did not think there would be much risk in calling at the English
+nursing home.  Many Belgians went there, and he had so far passed as
+such.
+
+He called, Nurse Ranger received him in her private room.  She heard
+who he was and why he was there.  She volunteered to assist him in
+getting away.
+
+She offered to procure him a permit to leave Brussels, but was afraid
+it would take some time.  When it was secured it would only take him to
+Bruges or somewhere within the German occupied territory.
+
+Alan said his chief difficulty was to get out of Brussels.  Once free
+from the city he would have a chance of returning to the English lines.
+
+Nurse Ranger was a courageous, a fearless woman, who had rendered
+valuable assistance to Belgians desirous of joining their comrades in
+arms.
+
+After some difficulty she procured Alan a permit to leave the city
+under the name of Armand Roche.  This she obtained through a German
+officer she had nursed back to life and who, for once in a way, proved
+grateful.  Alan did not immediately make use of it.
+
+The permit was countersigned by the Governor and therefore he
+considered it would frank him anywhere.  It expressly stated, however,
+the limits in which it was available.  At last he put it to the test,
+and arrived as far as Bruges.  He had been in the quaint old city
+before and knew it well.  What a contrast to the last time he was
+there!  He recalled it vividly.  Now the old market-place was filled
+with German troops and the hotel where he had formerly stayed tenanted
+by German officers.  It was lucky for him his permit was signed by the
+Governor of Brussels; he soon found nothing less would have franked him.
+
+The risk would come when he tried to return to his own lines and he
+prepared for it.  All went well.  He had a horse provided for him, a
+fast one that had once been a racer, and he must trust to luck once he
+got clear of the German lines.  How to get clear was, however, a puzzle
+and he tried to solve it as best he could.
+
+He met one or two German officers who spoke French, and seemed to get
+on well with them.  They were suspicious--he saw that--and of course he
+did not trust them, but they proved useful as he went about with them.
+They bragged about their conquests, and Alan urged them on until in
+their boastfulness they gave him an account of the vast power of the
+German Army on the Western front and he got valuable information as to
+the best way to reach the scene of the fighting and the nearest
+trenches.
+
+He made his attempt to leave Bruges one dark night and had not much
+trouble in getting out of the town.  The danger began when he came to
+the outskirts and had to pass the cordon drawn round the town to
+prevent people from leaving in certain directions.
+
+He made the attempt in several quarters and found it too risky; but on
+this particular night fortune favored him.
+
+It was dark.  He rode up to the guard and was challenged.  He handed
+his permit, and when it was being examined he made a bolt into the more
+open country.  For a few precious moments the Germans were surprised
+and Alan was away in the dark at top speed.  The horse was a flyer and
+no mistake.  His heart beat high with hope as he felt it bound under
+him.  Shots were fired but fell short.  Then he heard a noise behind
+him but it was too dark to see anything.
+
+He rode straight ahead, judging this would take him out of the Germans'
+country.  For several hours he went on at a great pace.  Occasionally
+his horse stumbled, but that gave him no anxiety, for he was used to
+all kinds of situations when riding.
+
+When light began to steal over the landscape he took in the lay of the
+land.  He was in the middle of a wide flat country; the ground was wet
+and marshy.  He had no idea where he was but he seemed safe from
+pursuit.  Not a soul was to be seen.  He slowed the horse down to a
+walk, it was time the animal had a rest.
+
+Where was he?
+
+He went slowly on; then he saw in the distance what looked like a white
+farm-house.  It was a dwelling of some kind and he made for it.  As he
+came within hail an old man stepped out, a Belgian peasant, so Alan
+judged him by his appearance.  He spoke to him in French.  The old man
+regarded him curiously.  As Alan looked at him he thought:
+
+"He's a better man than I imagined.  Perhaps he's disguised."
+
+In answer to Alan's question he said in excellent French:
+
+"Who are you?  You don't look like a civilian."
+
+Alan determined to be straight with him; it would probably be best.
+
+"I am a soldier.  I wish to find the English lines."
+
+"Ah!" exclaimed the man.  "Get down, come inside.  Where are you from?"
+
+"Bruges."
+
+The man held up his hands, tears came into his eyes.  He lamented the
+fall of the city, its occupation by the Germans.  He had a daughter in
+Bruges when the enemy entered the city.  He wrung his hands; his grief
+was painful.  He said no more, but Alan guessed and grasped his hands
+in sympathy--and hate.
+
+Alan put the horse in the tumble-down stable, the roof was half off,
+the rafters hanging down, the walls crumbling--an old place.  It had
+been in the family of Jean Baptistine for many years.  He was a lone
+man, no wife, three sons fighting, and his daughter--ah well, she was
+where no harm could come to her.  She had saved her honor and
+sacrificed her life.  He was glad of that, very glad, honor was more
+than life.
+
+He gave Alan food, coarse but clean, which he enjoyed, for he was
+hungry.
+
+Jean talked freely.  He supposed he and his farmhouse were left alone
+because they were out of the fire zone, or perhaps the barbarians did
+not think it worth while to meddle with him.  There was no wine in the
+house.  He procured a little brandy which he gave to Alan and sipped a
+small quantity himself.
+
+Alan learned that he was in the enemies' country, that it would be
+difficult for him to get to the Allied lines.  He might be taken at any
+moment and shot on the spot.  He had left his permit in the hands of
+the guard when he galloped away.
+
+Jean Baptistine said there was no immediate danger.  Soldiers did not
+often come his way.  His guest had better lie concealed for a few days.
+He would be glad of his company, something might happen, the Boches
+might be driven back defeated.
+
+Alan being tired went upstairs to lie down.  The bed was clean, the
+room smelt fresh.  Jean told him to rest comfortably.  He threw himself
+on the bed; before Jean left the room he was asleep.
+
+The sun streaming through the small windows woke him.  He sat up,
+wondering at first where he was.
+
+On the old-fashioned table he saw a pair of gloves and a cigar-case.
+How came they there?
+
+He got off the bed, took the cigar-case in his hands, and stared in
+amazement.  The monogram V.N. was engraved on it, he recognized it, he
+had given it to Vincent Newport when he resigned his commission; and
+Captain Newport was posted among the missing.  How came the case here,
+and the glove?
+
+He was examining them when Jean came up the crazy stairs into the room.
+
+To Alan's rapid question he said:
+
+"He was an officer, he escaped from the escort, they tracked him down.
+I hid him, but it was no use--they found him."
+
+"What became of him?" asked Alan.
+
+"They took him away," he said.  "They would have shot me but he pleaded
+for me, said I did not hide him, knew nothing about it, that he crept
+into the house and took the clothes he was wearing himself."
+
+"Then he is alive?" said Alan.
+
+"I believe so.  Look," said Jean.  He pulled open a drawer and Alan saw
+in it an officer's uniform.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+
+TAKEN PRISONER
+
+It was Vincent Newport's uniform.  Alan did not hesitate to use it, he
+felt he would be safer, as nobody would imagine him to be the man who
+escaped through the line from Bruges.
+
+Jean raised no objections and Alan gave him the clothes he wore.  He
+offered to guide him to a spot where he might get through the enemy and
+reach his friends.  It would be difficult but there was risk
+everywhere.  Alan protested, if Jean were caught he would be shot, he
+was sure he could find the way from directions.
+
+"I care little whether they shoot me," said Jean, "my life is ruined."
+
+"It will all come right again after the war," said Alan.
+
+Jean held up his hands, shaking his head despairingly.
+
+"After the war--God knows when that will be," he said sadly.
+
+They started at night.  Alan was for leaving the horse behind but Jean
+said a good steed might save his life.
+
+"It is not fair that you should walk," said Alan.  "How far is it?"
+
+"Some thirty miles," said Jean.  "That is nothing to me."
+
+They took flasks of brandy and a parcel of eatables.  Alan walked with
+him, leading the horse.
+
+It was a lonely, desolate country, treeless, a barren waste; but Jean
+loved it.  He said the land was better than it looked.
+
+They walked all night.  In the early morning they came to an old barn
+and walked inside with the horse.  They were hungry and ate well, a few
+drops of brandy revived them, some loose hay was given to the horse.  A
+low booming sound was heard, an artillery duel, it continued the
+greater part of the day.  At nightfall Alan mounted his horse and bade
+good-bye to Jean Baptistine.
+
+"I will hunt you out when we have beaten the Huns," said Alan
+cheerfully.
+
+"You will beat them," said Jean, "but they are strong, their sins will
+hang heavy on them when the judgment comes, they are murderers."  He
+cursed them and Alan shivered as he heard what deadly hate there was in
+the old man's breast.  Was it to be wondered at?
+
+Alan rode in the direction of the booming.  Jean told him to bear to
+the right and that would give him more chance of passing the German
+trenches.  He carried his life in his hands but he was cheerful, the
+sense of danger roused him, the true sporting spirit manifested itself,
+he was against great odds and meant to succeed.  As he went on at a
+slow pace the heavy firing ceased for a time, then broke out in the
+occasional boom of a gun.  Alan thought they were knocking off for the
+night; he might have a chance to get through.
+
+As the horse walked along he thought of home and wondered how things
+were going on at Trent Park and The Forest.  It was nearly two months
+since he had been away from headquarters, and he was not able to write.
+Eve would be anxious, he must let her know he was safe as soon as
+possible.  He was glad they were not married, it would not have been
+fair to her; but he vowed she should be his wife if he came safely out
+of the struggle.
+
+Just before he left for Brussels he had received a letter from Fred
+Skane in which he said he was preparing Bandmaster for the big
+steeplechase to be run in Trent Park over a course of four miles.  This
+would be a great event, a sort of Grand National on a small scale.  He
+hoped Alan would be able to come over and ride his horse; he must not
+forget the date.  With the owner up he thought Bandmaster had a chance
+second to none.
+
+During the excitement and suspense of his journey and stay in Brussels
+he had forgotten all this but it came to mind now as he rode quietly on
+toward danger.  He remembered the date and began to reckon up, he had
+lost count during the past few days but he knew there was very little
+time to spare.
+
+His message delivered, he would have no difficulty in obtaining leave.
+He hoped to be home in time to ride Bandmaster a few gallops over the
+course before the race took place.
+
+He gave himself up to pleasant ruminations over his chance of winning
+until he was rudely roused by a bullet whistling past his ear.
+
+"Snipers about," was his first thought as he set his horse to a gallop.
+
+Another bullet whizzed above his head.  He looked round, but saw
+nobody.  It was dark; the sniper must have heard the sound of his
+horse's hoofs and fired in that direction.
+
+There were only two shots but they roused him out of his reverie and
+put him on the alert.
+
+Then he wondered how it came about that the sniper was behind the
+German trenches.  Jean told him he would have to pass them somehow.
+Had he by some strange piece of luck got past the trenches?  Was he
+between two fires?  That was hardly possible, yet it might be so.
+
+He pulled his horse up and listened.  A strange, buzzing sound was
+heard--probably some aircraft, although it seemed too dark for aviators
+to see their whereabouts.
+
+He heard voices and movements of men.  A gust of wind carried them
+toward him.  The men spoke German; he had only just stopped in time.
+
+He had no idea where he was.  To wait there until daylight would court
+danger but in which direction ought he to go?
+
+Had he reached a strip of "no man's land," a space left unborrowed and
+unbroken, lying between two fires?  If so he was "between the devil and
+the deep sea," for he might be fired on by friend and foe alike.
+
+It was a thrilling position, a solitary man on horseback on a dark
+night on unknown ground and surrounded by enemies.  Alan listened with
+the keen ears of a sportsman, all his faculties alert.  A false
+movement and he was lost.
+
+A scrambling sound close on his left startled him.  He fancied it was
+the men quitting a trench and if so it could only be with one object in
+view--a night attack.  If this were the case it was well planned, for
+there was very little noise.  Alan, however, being near, heard that
+faint peculiar sound of many men silently on the move.
+
+He would have given much to know where he was--the exact spot.  He
+wondered if old Jean Baptistine had made a mistake and given him wrong
+directions.  He was glad he wore uniform and had Newport's revolver on
+him--it might be useful.
+
+A faint streak in the sky, a rosy tint wearing down the pale gray,
+warned him day was breaking and he must be prepared.
+
+There were others waiting for daybreak as well as himself, for the
+heavy boom of a huge gun sounded quite close at hand.  Alan looked in
+the direction, and saw a cloud of smoke.  This was answered by a boom
+and a cloud from the opposite side and he knew an artillery duel had
+commenced.  Suddenly four men sprang out of a hole formed by a bursting
+shell.  They were Germans.  What they were doing there it was
+impossible to say.  They were as surprised to see Alan as he was to see
+them.  In the growing light as he sat on his horse he looked like a
+phantom emerging out of the mist.
+
+A few minutes passed and the situation was summed up on both sides.  A
+dash was made at Alan, shots fired as he turned his horse to the right
+and headed right straight at them.  His charge was the last thing they
+expected.  He crashed into them, sending two to the ground; the others
+hung to the horse and saddle.
+
+Alan drew his revolver and shot one man through the head.  The horse
+plunged, reared, but he kept his seat.  The two Germans who were
+knocked down were on him again, but he wrenched free and galloped away.
+Over this vacant space before him men seemed to spring up like
+mushrooms.  It was impossible to get through and reach the English
+lines, which he could now see.  He made the most of it.  His horse
+faced the situation bravely, but he was pulled out of the saddle and
+made prisoner.  He had narrowly escaped being killed, as sundry bullet
+tears in his uniform showed.  He thanked Heaven he was not in mufti or
+it would have gone hard with him.  He was dragged into the crater-hole
+from which the four men who had first attacked him emerged.  He had
+killed a man, would they kill him?
+
+A young officer ran up.  He looked keenly at Alan, then, in excellent
+English, asked him his name and regiment.  A fire of questions followed
+as to how he came there and what he was about, why he had left his
+lines?  He was searched but no paper found.
+
+The officer seemed rather a better class man.  He ordered Alan to be
+kept in the hole, and put three men to guard him; then he went away in
+the direction his men were returning to their trench.
+
+Alan judged there must have been a night attack on the English lines
+and these were the remnants returning scattered all over the place; if
+so they must have suffered severely, been almost annihilated.
+
+His guards took very little notice of him.  They knew he could not
+escape; moreover, they had orders to shoot if he attempted it.
+
+It was a dull day and there was very little firing.  He judged they
+were resting after the night attack.  It was an awkward fix he was in
+but nothing daunted he puzzled his brains as to how to get out of it;
+they had tethered his horse close by--that was in his favor.
+
+The officer did not return, and Alan had nothing to eat or drink--the
+soldiers did not offer him anything.
+
+Night came on.  He wondered whether he would be kept there or removed.
+At last the young officer came, and with him a soldier carrying a bag
+which contained food.  Alan was handed some, also given a drink, and
+the officer said he must remain there until next day.  If he tried to
+escape he would be shot.  Alan wondered why they did not take him to a
+more secure spot; something must have happened to prevent this.
+
+He settled himself down, after taking good stock of his position and
+where the horse was.  He pretended to sleep.  The three soldiers were
+left on guard.
+
+They seemed tired, they must have been many hours without sleep.  They
+spoke together in low voices.  Presently one of them lay down--it was
+evident they were to keep guard in turns.
+
+Alan was wide awake and alert now.  If he could only make a dash for
+his horse and spring into the saddle there would be a chance of
+escaping.
+
+The two men on guard seemed drowsy.  The man on the ground breathed
+heavily.  Alan moved and loosened some stones.  The men were alert in a
+moment and growled at him savagely.  Alan waited about an hour--it
+seemed much longer.  He knew exactly where the men were: one on either
+side, the other still on the ground.
+
+Without a moment's warning he sprang to his feet, let out right and
+left, and by sheer good luck hit his men hard.  He scrambled out of the
+hole, reached his horse, broke the rope by which it was tied to a
+stake, cutting his hands as he did so, sprang into the saddle and was
+galloping away at a great pace before his guard recovered from the
+shock.  They dare not fire for fear of being discovered in the act of
+letting the prisoner go.  The two roused their sleeping comrade,
+explained the situation, then marched off toward the enemy's lines.
+They preferred surrender to the death awaiting them if they remained.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+
+ALIVE AND WELL
+
+Alan was far from being out of the wood, there was danger on every
+side, and it was light.  Fortune favored him, for the enemy had
+suffered terrible losses and were occupied in beating a hasty retreat,
+what was left of them.  The ground was covered with dead, dying, and
+wounded.  As he rode rapidly to the right he got clear of them; several
+shots were fired and missed him.
+
+A feeling of exultation possessed him as he neared his lines a couple
+of miles away.  Once there he was safe, his perilous mission
+accomplished.
+
+His horse shied.  Looking ahead he saw half a dozen forms hidden behind
+some stunted bushes.  The enemy again.  Rifles were pointed at him.  It
+meant death if he went on.
+
+He halted and faced his enemies, but showed no signs of giving in.  The
+men crept forward, still covering him with their rifles.  He was angry
+at the thought of being taken prisoner again.  If recognized he would
+be shot off-hand.  This was not at all likely although he was not aware
+of it.
+
+Providence intervened in the shape of a shell which hurtled into the
+midst of the creeping men.  There was a terrific explosion.  Alan
+reeled in the saddle, recovered by a great effort, and managed to
+control his frightened horse.  He was struck on the forehead but
+fortunately the peak of his cap saved him.  Still the effect was
+stunning, stupefying.  A whistling in the air and another shell burst,
+throwing up a cloud of mud and dirt round him, thus lessening the
+danger of being badly hit.
+
+His enemies were cut up, shattered; but he had to ride for his life to
+avoid the shells.  He was in danger from his friends.
+
+The horse was equal to the emergency and sped across the open space at
+a great pace.
+
+The solitary horseman seemed to puzzle the gunners, for they ceased
+firing.  Probably he had been recognized as an officer escaping from
+the enemy.
+
+He waved his cap and, taking all risks, galloped toward the Allies'
+lines.  He knew where he was now.  These trenches were the nearest to
+headquarters and in a few minutes he would be in safety.
+
+Something trickled down his face.  He brushed it aside with his
+hand--blood--his wound was more serious than he thought.
+
+His left arm pained--blood on the sleeve.  His left thigh twinged
+sharply--there was blood here also.
+
+"Must have had a narrow squeak," he thought.  He felt faint, inclined
+to swoon, but held on to his horse firmly.
+
+His head swam, his sight grew dim, he heard a roar from the front
+trench and then--oblivion.
+
+When he came to he was being attended behind the firing line.  He
+wondered where he was, and tried to sit up, but fell back exhausted.
+The doctor told him to keep still.
+
+He slept several hours.  When he awoke he was in the ambulance, jolting
+farther away from the line.
+
+It was twenty-four hours or more before he was able to stand.  Once on
+his legs he quickly recovered and, asking for his horse, which was near
+at hand, declared his intention of riding to headquarters.
+
+The doctor protested; but when Alan explained who he was and the nature
+of his mission no further objections were raised.
+
+"You have had a marvelous escape," said the doctor, looking at him
+admiringly.  "You are a brave man."
+
+Alan smiled as he thanked him, saying there would have been many
+officers who would have been glad of the chance to take his place and
+run the risks.
+
+He rode to headquarters and was heartily welcomed.  In a few moments he
+stood before his chief, who held out his hand, shook his heartily, and
+congratulated him.
+
+It was then Alan learned it had been reported that he was shot in
+Bruges as a spy.  No doubt this report had been made in order to save
+the men responsible for his escape through the lines.
+
+"Shot as a spy," thought Alan.  "I wonder if it has been made public in
+England.  If so, what a terrible shock to Eve and all my friends."
+
+He suppressed his feelings and gave an account of how he fulfilled his
+mission.
+
+"You must see King Albert at once," said the chief.  "It was a blow to
+him when he heard you were shot."
+
+The news of Captain Chesney's return was soon noised abroad, and on all
+sides he was congratulated.
+
+He hunted up Skane's letter and found the date of the Trent Park Grand
+Steeplechase would give him ample time to get home and ride Bandmaster
+over the course two or three times.  He must see about his leave at
+once.
+
+He supposed his safe arrival would be at once reported at home and that
+Eve would see it and others.
+
+There was a budget of letters for him some six weeks old.  One of the
+last he opened came from his trainer.  The date of the Steeplechase had
+been altered because the troops camped in the Park had left earlier
+than was expected.
+
+Alan was uncertain about the date.  He asked, and found he had just a
+couple of days to spare to get there in time.
+
+Then came another thought which made him gasp.  Had Bandmaster been
+struck out when he was reported shot?
+
+Every minute was precious.
+
+He wired to Skane at once, imposing secrecy, and asking it Bandmaster
+was still in the race.  If so he would be home to ride.
+
+"Not a word about this."
+
+Fred Skane had not scratched Bandmaster.  He would not believe Alan
+Chesney had been shot, and this firm conviction cheered Eve Berkeley
+wonderfully.  Then came the news that Captain Chesney had returned to
+headquarters after many hairbreadth escapes and that he was severely
+wounded.
+
+The reaction set in at Trent Park, The Forest, and Little Trent.  Gloom
+turned to joy; everybody was gay and festive.  Captain Chesney was
+safe, he would soon recover from a few wounds, these were trifles to a
+brave strong man.
+
+"There you are," said Fred Skane.  "What did I tell you, Miss Berkeley.
+I knew he was not shot--not likely.  Supposing I'd scratched
+Bandmaster--there'd have been a row and no mistake.  'Scratch the horse
+out of respect,' says Abel Head.  'Memory,' says I, 'what memory?  He's
+alive.  There's no memory about Captain Chesney yet, I'll bet, or I'm a
+Dutchman.'"
+
+Eve laughed.
+
+"Splendid, Fred, splendid!  You were right; we were all wrong.  But he
+was reported shot."
+
+"Reported be----" said Fred, checking himself.  "Who believes reports?
+Not me!  We get too much or too little, and it came from a German
+source; not good enough, says I, not half good enough for this child."
+
+When the trainer received Alan's telegram he chuckled, then laughed
+heartily.
+
+"By Jove, this is grand!  Won't there be a double distilled surprise
+for 'em all.  If he can get home--if?  He must!--and ride, wounds or no
+wounds--and he'll win, I can see him doing it--what a day it will be!
+Not a word, not me; I wouldn't miss the shock of his appearance on the
+course, in an unexpected way, not for a thousand."
+
+"Fred's a bit above himself," said Abel Head.  "He's confounded cheeky
+because his opinion has turned out correct.  I never thought Captain
+Chesney was shot, did you?"
+
+"No," said Tom Thrush, "not likely."
+
+"And Fred takes it all on himself.  He goes about with his 'What did I
+tell you?' until I'm sick of hearing it," said Abel.
+
+"The main thing is, the master's alive; nowt else matters," said Tom.
+
+"Heard from Jane lately?" asked Abel.
+
+"No; can't make it out," said Tom gloomily.
+
+"I hope it's all right with her.  You were a fool to let her marry
+him," said Abel.
+
+"What's the sense in pitching that into me now?" growled Tom.
+
+"I pitched it into you before it was too late, but you took no notice."
+
+"Do you always follow good advice?" asked Tom.
+
+"Maybe not, not always."
+
+"Then dry up about me.  I'm sorry, Abel, sorry for my lass; but he'd
+best behave well to her or he'll know about it," said Tom savagely.
+
+"Where are they?"
+
+"Don't know; haven't heard from her since they left Margate."
+
+"I'll tell you another thing, Tom.  It's what I've always said, Carl
+Meason's a German spy and it's my belief Jane's found him out."
+
+"If that's so and she has you can lay she'll give him away, it's her
+duty to do it," said Tom.
+
+"Probably she will if he gives her a chance," was Abel's reply.
+
+"What chance?  He can't interfere with her."
+
+"There's no telling what a man like that will do," answered Abel.
+
+To return to Alan Chesney, he was anxious in the extreme.  His wounds
+troubled him but he endeavored to shake off the feeling.  He had no
+wish to be invalided at home.  He wanted the change on his own account
+and for a particular purpose, to ride Bandmaster in the Steeplechase.
+He applied for leave, which was readily granted, and was ordered not to
+return until quite well.
+
+He told two or three of his brother officers why he was anxious to get
+home and of course they were determined to have "a bet on" Bandmaster.
+His servant heard the news and it quickly got about among the rank and
+file.
+
+A vexatious delay occurred--one of those small but important matters to
+be attended to at the last minute which are forever turning up at
+important moments.
+
+Alan motored to Calais; and here again there was delay, no steamer
+being available for several hours.  He fretted and fumed about.  If
+this sort of thing continued there would be little chance of being home
+in time to see the race, let alone ride.
+
+He passed a restless time but at last the boat started and he was
+fairly on the way.  All being well he would reach Little Trent in good
+time on the morning of the meeting.
+
+None of his friends knew he was coming except Fred Skane, the trainer.
+His brief telegram to Eve said nothing about it.  She was overwhelmed
+with joy to hear from him that he was really safe and well.
+
+Being a sensible woman she determined to celebrate Alan's good news by
+taking a large party of friends to Trent Park to see Bandmaster win.
+Fred Skane said to her:
+
+"I think he'll win, but I wish Captain Chesney was here to ride him.
+It would be 'a cert' then."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI
+
+THE RIDER IN KHAKI
+
+A splendid four-mile was planned out at Trent Park, a real test for
+chasers, almost up to the famous Aintree Grand National journey.  There
+were stiff fences, two water jumps, some plough lane, and excellent
+going on grass.  The horse that won would be a good 'un.
+
+Bandmaster had done a great preparation.  The trainer did not spare
+him; he had been over the course three or four times.
+
+Sam Kerridge's son Will was to ride in the event of Captain Chesney's
+not being able to do so.
+
+It was a clear, bright, sharp morning, and from an early hour motors
+and buses came by road.  There was every promise of a big gathering
+even without the use of train service.  Keen sportsmen were not to be
+denied the pleasure of such a meeting by any inconveniences they might
+have to put up with.
+
+Eve Berkeley and her house party arrived in good time.  Duncan Fraser
+was one, he attached himself to Ella Hallam.  She could not fail to
+notice he was attracted.  She liked him, his sterling worth appealed to
+her and Eve was always singing his praises.
+
+Bernard Hallam was friendly with him.  He was not at all displeased to
+notice Fraser and Ella were on excellent terms.  He was partial to keen
+business men and such an one was Duncan Fraser.
+
+There were three events before the Trent Grand Steeplechase, but the
+chief interest was centered in the big event, on which there was a lot
+of wagering.
+
+Baron Childs was running Handy Man, a formidable steeplechaser who had
+missed the Grand National by an ace on two occasions.  He was fully
+expected to make amends for two unlucky seconds at Aintree.
+
+There was an interval of nearly an hour between the third event and the
+Steeplechase.  The time was occupied in wagering and looking at the
+twenty-seven runners.
+
+Bandmaster was favorite, the popularity of his owner had much to do
+with this.  An official account of Alan's mission to Brussels had been
+made public, and he was the hero of the hour; much was given out but it
+was guessed more remained to be disclosed.
+
+Apart from this, Bandmaster was regarded as a great horse.  If half as
+good over a steeplechase course as on the flat he must possess a great
+chance.  His speed was undeniable.  If he proved a safe jumper nothing
+would be able to live with him on the flat at the finish.  Fred Skane's
+opinion was known.  The trainer had little fear of defeat.  He said
+confidently that Bandmaster would carry the brown and blue to victory.
+
+Eve Berkeley never looked better.  Her cheeks glowed with health.  She
+was happy--Alan was safe, what else mattered?  She was radiant.  Baron
+Childs did not conceal his admiration.  She wore costly furs; they
+became her well.  She walked proudly because of her hero, the man of
+the hour, the bravest of the brave.
+
+There was only one thing lacking.  If Alan could have ridden Bandmaster
+how glorious it would have been.
+
+The party from The Forest caught her enthusiasm and exuberance of
+spirits.  Their merry laughter rang clear and joyous.
+
+Captain Morby was there, paying a flying visit from the front to see
+Bandmaster win.  He had not met Alan since his return from his
+adventure.
+
+It was half an hour before the race and a bustling scene took place as
+the twenty-seven horses were put to rights.
+
+Riders hurried across the enclosure, stopping to speak to friends,
+colors just showing through the half-open coats, for the air was
+nipping.  Most of them were gentlemen jockeys, five or six officers who
+had won their spurs over stiff courses and had capped this by brave
+actions at the front.  Everybody recognized that racing, sport
+generally, had much to do with the wonderful heroism displayed in the
+war.
+
+Will Kerridge was anxious.  He hoped Bandmaster would win.  He wanted
+the ride badly, but would have stood down gladly to let Alan Chesney
+have the mount.  Fred Skane said nothing to him about Alan's intention
+to arrive home in time to have the ride on his horse.  He was glad he
+had not mentioned it now; he thought Alan was detained, that he had not
+sufficiently recovered from his wounds to bear the journey.
+
+A quarter of an hour more it was hopeless to expect him and yet even
+now Fred did not quite give up hope.
+
+He looked anxiously about, raised his glasses and fixed them on the
+road from Trent Park house.  Nobody was coming.  After all, Kerridge
+must ride--and win.  He had given particular instructions how
+Bandmaster was to be handled.  The riding of the horse had been
+discussed at the stud groom's house on several occasions.  Sam was very
+anxious his son should win.
+
+While the bustle and excitement was at its height at Trent Park a
+powerful motor car was speeding along the high-road at top pace.  The
+driver was experienced and working under pressure, he had been promised
+a liberal tip if he arrived in time.
+
+Behind sat Alan, endeavoring to restrain his feelings and keep quiet.
+From time to time he looked at his watch and replaced it in his pocket
+with an impatient movement.
+
+The car stopped with a jerk.  The driver was out in a moment.  Alan
+followed.  What was wrong?
+
+The tool box was relied upon.  The man knew his work.  In a quarter of
+an hour the car moved on, but precious time had been lost.
+
+"We'll do it all right," said the driver.
+
+Alan doubted, but held his peace.  It would be a terrible
+disappointment to arrive too late.
+
+He must keep as calm as possible, excitement was bad for him, his nerve
+had been severely tried.
+
+The landscape became more familiar with each mile passed.  He was lucky
+to be home again.  He gave a few thoughts to his recent adventures and
+was thankful he had pulled through.
+
+The Park appeared in the distance.  A glance at the watch showed it
+would be "neck or nothing," he might just do it.
+
+Something went wrong with the steering gear, the car swerved and the
+front wheels stuck in the ditch.  The driver was shot out and Alan
+flung against the back of the front seat.  The man was unhurt and on
+his feet in a few seconds.
+
+Alan swore; he could not help it.
+
+"Lost by a few seconds," he said.
+
+"I'll have her out," said the driver, who was in the car.  By much
+display of skill and force he backed it out, fixed the steering gear,
+and said:
+
+"Get in, sir, we'll do it yet.  Is that the course?" and he pointed to
+where the flags waved.
+
+"That's it," said Alan excitedly.
+
+"Is the going on the grass good?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then I'll steer straight for it."
+
+The car bounded over the turf with occasional jumps.  Alan held on to
+the seat, no chance, the race was timed for three-thirty.  The horses
+must be going out.  He hoped they would be late.  Probably there were
+many runners, a big field, and the weighing facilities improvised for
+the occasion would not conduce to rapidity.
+
+Fred Skane took a final sweep over the Park through his glasses.  He
+saw the car, guessed who it was and, calling to Will Kerridge not to go
+out on to the course for a minute, made a bolt to the entrance gate.
+
+The car pulled up quickly.  Alan sprang out.
+
+"You, Fred, am I in time?" he said.
+
+"Just follow me," replied Fred as he ran toward the weighing room.
+
+"Get into the scales.  Eleven stone," he yelled, then bolted to find
+the stewards.
+
+There was a hurried consultation.  Major Daven consulted for a few
+minutes, then went to the weighing room.
+
+"God bless me--Chesney!  This is a surprise," he gasped.
+
+"Can I ride Bandmaster?" asked Alan breathlessly.
+
+"Yes, of course; I'll tell 'em.  They're not all out yet.  God bless my
+soul, this is a surprise!  How do you feel?" said the Major, giving out
+orders between gasps, sending attendants flying in all directions.
+
+"No time to change; I'll have to ride in khaki," said Alan.
+
+"And there's no better color," said the Major.
+
+"How about the weight?" said the trainer, stumbling and gasping.
+
+"All right; two pounds over weight," said the clerk of the scales.
+
+"Declare it," said Fred.
+
+"Two pounds over," shouted the Major; "up with it on the board, owner
+up, don't stand there gaping.  Bandmaster's the horse--fly!  God bless
+my soul, what a surprise it will be!"
+
+Alan pitched his cap in a corner.
+
+"You've spurs on, don't use them."
+
+"All right," said Alan.
+
+"And I say, mind the water jumps--they're stiff."
+
+"All right," said Alan as he was rushing out, the trainer on his heels
+shouting hints and instructions.
+
+"Something's causing delay," said the Baron, noticing three or four
+horses still in the paddock.
+
+Eve looked.
+
+"Bandmaster is still there," she said, "and Kerridge has dismounted."
+
+"There's a regular bustle round the weighing room," said Harry Morby.
+
+They saw attendants running in and out and Fred Skane hurriedly
+appearing, making for Bandmaster.
+
+A buzz of excitement rose; inquiries were made; a feeling of suspense
+was in the air.
+
+A man climbed up to the number board.  Eve saw him.
+
+"A rider changed at the last minute," she said.
+
+Then she noticed Will Kerridge's name taken out and her heart almost
+stopped beating.  She trembled, became pale with excitement.
+
+"Good Lord, what's up?" exclaimed Mr. Hallam.  "Shall I go and find
+out?"
+
+"No occasion," said Harry excitedly.  "Look!"
+
+A khaki-clad figure, a soldier in officer's uniform, much worn and
+travel-stained, with no cap, came tearing out of the weighing room and
+across the paddock to where Bandmaster stood.
+
+"By all that's wonderful, it's Alan!" exclaimed Duncan Fraser.
+
+"Yes, yes!" said Eve, and felt on the verge of fainting.  She could
+hardly believe her eyes.  It was Alan sure enough, marvelous.  How had
+he got there?  She quivered with the tumult of her feelings.  The
+surprise was too much for her, the exquisite joy of seeing him again
+overcame her.
+
+Alan shook hands hurriedly with Will Kerridge.
+
+"Sorry to take the mount from you, Will," he said with a smile.
+
+"You're welcome, Captain; I'm right glad you came in time," was the
+reply.
+
+Alan mounted and rode Bandmaster on to the course.
+
+"Who is the rider in khaki?" asked a well-known man.
+
+"Blest if I know.  He's riding Bandmaster too."  He turned to look at
+the board.
+
+"Well, of all the wonderful things!" he exclaimed.  "It's Captain
+Chesney, the owner; he must have just arrived from the front in time."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII
+
+THE STEEPLECHASE
+
+Alan was recognized by scores of people, deafening cheers greeted his
+appearance on Bandmaster.  He walked the horse past the stand and saw
+Eve and her friends.  Stopping for a moment he waved his hand.  There
+was a flutter of handkerchiefs in response.  Eve was a proud woman.
+Her hero, everybody's hero, was there sitting his horse well, eager for
+the fray, ready to show how he could ride.
+
+The horses were at the post as he cantered down.  The starter wondered
+why the favorite was late.  He could not let them go without him.
+
+The riders looked at the khaki-clad horseman and some of them
+recognizing him cheered wildly.
+
+"It's Captain Chesney," said Dan Rowton, rider of Handy Man.
+
+When he came up there was a general cheer and many of them expressed
+pleasure that he was riding.  There was no time to talk.  Alan smiled
+his thanks and took his place in the center.  In a minute or two they
+were off, Frosty going away with the lead.
+
+Alan's feelings can be imagined.  He was excited, small wonder at it.
+He thought how wonderful that he was there in Trent Park, riding in the
+steeplechase.
+
+The tension of the motor ride against time strung him to the highest
+possible pitch and he had not quite recovered from his wounds.
+
+How glorious it was to be on Bandmaster!  How much had happened since
+the horse won the Hunt Cup!  Many startling events had crowded one
+another in rapid succession.
+
+Bandmaster moved well.  Alan was already on good terms with his mount.
+The first fence was reached, not a formidable obstacle.  All the horses
+got over but three or four jumped wildly.  Bandmaster flew it like a
+bird.
+
+There were three spills before the stand was reached.  As they swept
+past there was much cheering.  Bandmaster's rider was singled out for a
+tremendous reception as the horse cleared the stiff fence in grand
+style.
+
+The rider in khaki looked conspicuous among the bright-colored racing
+jackets--hatless, his uniform well worn.
+
+They swung round the bend, then entered some ploughed land which found
+out the weak spots.  Two fields were crossed and the first water jump
+reached.  There was a wide ditch in front of the high fence; the water
+gleamed in the bright light.
+
+Frosty refused and whipped round, causing three more to swerve out.
+True Blue stopped short, then sprang into the water, where he remained,
+much to the annoyance of many riders, but they managed to steer clear.
+Alan let Bandmaster go.  The horse made a grand leap, landing safely.
+He was delighted at the performance and his hopes of winning were high.
+The pace was strong, testing the power of the horses and already a
+dozen were hopelessly out of it.
+
+From the stand there was a good view of the race and when Eve saw
+Bandmaster clear the water jump in gallant style she cheered.
+
+"Beautifully done," said the Baron.  "Captain Chesney has a real good
+horse under him."
+
+He noticed Eve's heightened color and how excited she was.  Her eyes
+flashed and sparkled; there was more than ordinary interest in them.
+He wondered if Captain Chesney were first favorite.
+
+"He is a splendid rider," said Eve.
+
+"None better," said Captain Morby.
+
+"He's handicapped heavily," said Mr. Hallam.  "It will be extraordinary
+if he can last out such a severe race after all he has gone through."
+
+"Wonderful pluck," said Duncan Fraser.  "Always had."
+
+"I want to hear how he arrived in time.  It will be interesting.  He
+must have had a race for it," said Ella.
+
+"And won on the post.  I hope he'll win this race," said Duncan.
+
+The horses were almost out of sight as they passed some trees but the
+colors could be seen dodging between them.  When they were in full view
+again Handy Man led, with Milkmaid, Picket, Fright, and Sparrow close
+behind.  Bandmaster came next, alone, followed by the rest.  Seven had
+fallen and there was a long tail.
+
+Handy Man was a grand jumper and Dan Rowton a good rider.  The pair
+seemed to get on well.  So far the horse had not made a mistake.
+
+The last mile and a half was a severe test, the jumps being all stiff,
+and the pace began to tell.
+
+A thorn hedge faced the field at this point.  Handy Man flew it safely,
+so did Milkmaid, Fright, and Sparrow, but Picket came down with a
+crash, rolled over, flung his rider out of danger, and was struggling
+to rise as Alan on Bandmaster came along.  It was an awkward, dangerous
+situation; a less experienced horseman might have lost his head.  Alan,
+however, was accustomed to act quickly in emergencies.  He pulled his
+mount to the left and just cleared the struggling horse.  Picket,
+however, was so near Bandmaster that he put him out of his stride; this
+caused loss of ground and he fell back.
+
+Eve noticed the danger and gave a slight cry of alarm, followed by a
+sigh of relief as she saw Bandmaster safe.
+
+"A narrow squeak," said Harry.  "Nobody but a good rider would have
+escaped."
+
+The pace was tremendous, considering a mile had to be covered, and not
+more than ten of the twenty-seven starters were within striking
+distance.
+
+It was a formidable mile to the winning post, a stiff fence, then the
+water jump, bigger than the first, and two hurdles brushed in the
+straight, the last being close to the winning post.
+
+Alan felt faint but kept hard at it.  He was not so strong as he
+thought.  His wounds and all he had gone through sapped his strength.
+He possessed indomitable courage, a stubborn will which stood him in
+good stead.
+
+Bandmaster tipped the first fence but it did no harm and he raced after
+Handy Man, Milkmaid, and Sparrow at his best pace.
+
+The water jump loomed in front a formidable obstacle.  Handy Man
+scrambled over, narrowly escaping a fall.  Alan thought the Baron's
+horse was about done.  Sparrow fell.  Milkmaid cleared it well.  Alan
+had a clear course and steadied his mount.  Once over the water he had
+a great chance, for on the flat Bandmaster had tremendous pace.  His
+eyes were misty, he could not see clearly, his head swam, something
+trickled down his leg; the wound in his thigh had opened and was
+bleeding.  He felt Bandmaster rise under him, knew he was in the air
+over the water, topped the fence, and came down safely; but it was
+almost a miracle he did not fall off, he swayed in the saddle, it was
+only by a tremendous effort he retained his seat.  Bandmaster was a
+wonder.  Alan was not able to give him any assistance at the jump.
+
+The easy going on the flat gave him a chance but his eyes were dim and
+his head ached.  The reins were loose in his hands.
+
+From the stand it was easy to see there was something wrong with the
+rider in khaki, and Eve became very anxious.  Rapidly she thought of
+all Alan had gone through and wondered if it were telling on him.  If
+so would he be able to ride his horse out, handle him skillfully over
+two rather treacherous hurdles, they were the easiest jumps in the
+course to look at.
+
+Everybody was excited.  Alan's condition was palpable, he seemed
+suddenly to have lost his strength and with it the control of his mount.
+
+Fred Skane looked on aghast.  He knew the danger better than any one.
+If Alan was spent, Bandmaster might blunder and there would be a nasty
+spill.  He hoped for the best as he watched with his feelings strung to
+the highest pitch.
+
+Handy Man, Milkmaid, and Bandmaster were running in the order named as
+the first of the two hurdles was reached.  The Baron's horse was tiring
+fast, and Milkmaid had about enough of it.  Bandmaster traveled well
+but did not gain much ground.
+
+All three scrambled over, their style being slovenly, quite different
+from the early part of the race.
+
+Alan swayed in the saddle, then bent forward.  It seemed every minute
+as though he must fall off.  It was a terrible strain on him after all
+he had gone through.
+
+Eve was trembling with the intensity of her feelings, expecting every
+moment to see him collapse--what mattered losing the race if he escaped
+unhurt?
+
+Backers of the favorite were anxious.  They sympathized with Alan, at
+the same time thought it would have been better had young Kerridge been
+allowed to ride.
+
+As they raced up to the last hurdle every eye was fixed on the horses.
+Handy Man stumbled on to his knees as he landed, but Dan Rowton
+cleverly kept his seat, made a fine recovery, set his mount going
+again, and was deservedly applauded.  Milkmaid landed clumsily,
+staggering along for the winning post---beaten but in front.
+
+Bandmaster, with the reins loose in Alan's hands, pricked up his ears
+and took off too soon.  There was a moment of intense suspense; then,
+as the horse crashed into it, Alan seemed to be roused to make a
+supreme effort.  He clutched the reins, held Bandmaster together, and
+stopped a bad fall; the hurdle was knocked down but the horse retained
+his feet.  All three were tired but Bandmaster had most go in him for a
+run on the flat.  By degrees he overhauled Milkmaid, who had fallen
+back, and passing her went in pursuit of Handy Man.
+
+The race became desperately exciting.  Alan appeared to have had a
+relapse after his momentary rousing, and gave Bandmaster no help.  It
+was painful for Eve to watch him.  As she looked she saw a red splash
+on the khaki breeches and exclaimed:
+
+"He's hurt!  There's blood on him!" then sank backward.  The Baron
+steadied her in time.  It was hardly a faint; she felt dizzy, and
+quickly recovering thanked him.
+
+Bandmaster ran his own race.  He seemed to know what was required, it
+was exciting to watch him.
+
+Nearer and nearer he drew to Handy Man and Rowton had to ride hard.
+The odds were in favor of the Baron's horse but Bandmaster, despite all
+disadvantages, stuck to his guns and at last reached his girth.
+
+The cheering was loud, it gave encouragement to Alan, he sat up in the
+saddle and urged his mount to make a final effort.
+
+It was just in time; another moment and Handy Man, driven hard by Dan,
+would have won.
+
+Bandmaster drew level.  The pair were head and head for a couple of
+strides.  The crowd watched breathlessly, too excited to cheer for the
+moment.
+
+The winning post was only a few yards ahead.  Alan saw it dimly and
+held on to his work with grim determination.
+
+Bandmaster's head was in front, then his neck, in another stride he was
+half a length to the good.  As he passed the post in front of Handy Man
+cheering broke out wildly.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII
+
+JANE'S DISCLOSURES
+
+It was a sensational finish.  As Alan rode in he hardly knew where he
+was or what had happened.  He managed to get out of the saddle,
+unbuckle the girths and carry it into the weighing room.  He sank into
+the scale; when "all right" was declared he staggered to his feet,
+outside they were waiting for him.
+
+The crowd stood back, making way for Eve Berkeley and her friends.  She
+went quickly to Alan, took his arm firmly, Duncan Fraser the other side
+helped him to limp along.  The cheering was deafening, but Alan did not
+notice it.  When Eve spoke he made no reply.
+
+It was evident he was not in a condition to remain on the course.  Eve
+insisted upon taking him to The Forest in her motor; she said there
+would be more comfort than at Trent Park because he was not expected
+home.
+
+Alan was helped into the motor in a dazed condition.  Eve and Duncan
+Fraser went with him, She had her arm in his, pressing it
+sympathetically, but he did not seem to be aware of it, or know where
+he was.  Before they arrived at The Forest he was asleep, they had some
+difficulty in rousing him.
+
+In the dining-room he went straight to the sofa, threw himself down
+heavily, and was asleep in a moment.
+
+"He's tired out," said Eve, placing her hand on his head.  "He will be
+better for a rest.  We must take care the others do not wake him when
+they return."
+
+They covered him with rugs.  Duncan Fraser remained in the room while
+Eve went to telephone for the doctor, who on his arrival said sleep was
+the best possible thing for him and he must on no account be disturbed.
+
+Alan slept until the next morning, Harry Morby remaining in the room
+all night.  When he awoke he remained quite still for some time,
+wondering where he was and what had happened.  Had he been ill?  If so
+how long?  No recollection of the race came to him; he fancied he was
+at headquarters, but the surroundings were strange--much more luxurious.
+
+Captain Morby was asleep in the armchair; he had been awake most of the
+night.  Alan saw him as he lay on the sofa and recognized him.  What
+was Harry Morby doing here?  He was not on the staff.  Perhaps he had
+been promoted.  Gradually his faculties became cleared.  The sleep had
+done good, his brain worked, the dull sensation vanished.  He sat up.
+As he did so, Harry Morby awoke.
+
+"Better, old chap?" he asked with a smile.  Then he noticed Alan
+looking round and went on:
+
+"Don't know where you are, eh?  I'll enlighten you.  You're at The
+Forest, the home of that most beautiful lady, Evelyn Berkeley.  You're
+a fortunate man to have won her sympathy so completely.  By Jove, old
+man, you rode a great race yesterday!  But you were clean done up at
+the finish and no wonder."
+
+"What the deuce are you doing here?" asked Alan.
+
+"I'm home for a few days, made up my mind to see Bandmaster win the
+steeplechase."
+
+"And did he?" asked Alan.
+
+"Did he!  I should rather think so.  Don't you remember?" said Harry.
+
+"I have some recollection of a race.  Did I ride him?"
+
+"Of course you did, but it took you all your time to stick on at the
+finish."
+
+"I remember," said Alan.  "I was pretty right till I got to the last
+water jump.  I don't recollect much after that."
+
+"No, I don't suppose you do.  You were certainly dazed when you
+dismounted."
+
+"And he really won?"
+
+"He did."
+
+"Bandmaster is a great horse, a wonderful horse," said Alan
+enthusiastically.  "I didn't help him a bit; he won the race on his
+own.  Tell me all about it."
+
+Captain Morby, nothing loath, gave a good description of the race.
+Alan listened attentively, as though it were the first he had heard of
+it.
+
+"It was a race to get there in time," said Alan, and described
+hurriedly how he came from France and motored to the course.  He stood
+up, looked at himself in the glass, and said:
+
+"I'm a nice object.  I want cleaning up.  I'm smothered in dirt and
+dust.  What time is it?"
+
+"Half-past six."
+
+"Then we'll scrub before they're up.  How did I get here?"
+
+Harry told him and added:
+
+"Miss Berkeley left me on guard for the night.  I believe she wanted to
+remain but thought it better not."
+
+"Come along," said Alan.  "I'm for a tub; I feel a heap better now,
+it's good to be home again after all I've gone through."
+
+"You'll have to tell us about your adventures," said Harry.
+
+"It's a long story; by Jove, old fellow, I wonder I'm alive!" said Alan.
+
+Eve Berkeley was down in good time, anxious to learn how Alan was.  She
+found the door open, looked in, there was nobody in the room.  She rang
+the bell.
+
+"Have you seen Captain Chesney?" she asked.
+
+Johnson smiled.
+
+"He's in the bathroom," he said.
+
+"You have seen him?"
+
+"I met him on the stairs."
+
+"What did he say?"
+
+"'How are you, Johnson?  I'm going down for a tub.  It will take some
+time to get clean, but I'll try and be down for breakfast.  I'm
+hungry.'"
+
+"That was all?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Did he look ill?"
+
+"No, a bit tired.  He's a wonderful man."
+
+"He is, Johnson; you are quite right, a very wonderful man," said Eve
+with a bright smile.
+
+When Alan came down he found her in the morning-room.  He held out his
+arms.
+
+"Come to me, Eve, come!  I want you badly--I love you so.  I thought
+once I should never see you again and it nearly killed me.  I dreaded
+the idea of never seeing you more than the danger or the bullets."
+
+She came; he took her to him and kissed her passionately.  Johnson
+discreetly closed the door, he was an admirable servant.  They were
+alone for an hour, a blessed time, more united than they had been,
+their hearts beating in unison; they were one.
+
+Hurriedly he gave her a brief outline of his adventures.  She listened
+breathlessly.  He was indeed a hero, a brave man, and he was hers; her
+happiness was almost too much, she simply sighed and nestled to him.
+He punctuated his tale with kisses.  He ended by saying in determined
+tones:
+
+"We must be married before I return.  I can't risk it again, after all
+I have gone through.  I dare not.  You will consent, Eve; you will?"
+
+She said yes and he was soothed and satisfied.
+
+"Perhaps it will be as well to tell them all at breakfast," she said.
+
+"All who?"
+
+She laughed and gave him the names of her guests.
+
+"What an ordeal!" he said.  "Who will tell them?"
+
+"You must, Alan, and spare my blushes."
+
+Not much surprise was manifested when Alan made the announcement.
+There was a chorus of congratulations; everybody thought it an
+excellent match.  Captain Morby said to himself:
+
+"I knew they'd do it, but they have been a long time about it."
+
+Alan had to relate his adventures in Brussels and Bruges.  He thrilled
+his listeners as he described his hair-breadth escapes on his return to
+headquarters.
+
+He was not due back for a few weeks; during that time he and Eve were
+quietly married at Little Trent Church, only a few persons being
+present.  They went for a brief honeymoon to the South and on their
+return to Trent Park met with a great reception.
+
+Mr. Hallam arranged with Eve to remain at The Forest until his return
+to Australia.  He seemed in no hurry to leave England.
+
+It was during Alan's stay at Trent Park that Jane Meason surprised her
+father by returning home alone.
+
+"I have left him," she said.  "He has behaved shamefully; he is a spy.
+I have found him out.  I will never live with him again."
+
+"What's he done?" said Tom gloomily.
+
+"Many things.  Abel Head was quite right: he is in the pay of the
+Germans; I can prove it," said Jane.
+
+She was reticent and Tom did not get much information from her.  He
+found out, however, that Carl had threatened her if she disclosed
+anything about his work or what he was doing.
+
+"What did he say?" asked Tom.
+
+"He told me if I got him into trouble he would do for me," said Jane.
+
+"We'll see about that," answered Tom angrily.  "Threatened your life,
+did he?  Well, he'll have me to deal with first."
+
+Jane did not show any alarm at her husband's threats; for one thing she
+did not believe in them.  He might risk coming to find her at Little
+Trent Park, at least she thought so.
+
+Tom told Alan what his daughter said.
+
+"I'll see her," he said, "and find out all about him.  We'll put a
+spoke in his wheel before long; if he's caught red-handed he'll be shot
+and she will be well rid of him."
+
+"The Government ought to reward her," said Tom.
+
+Alan smiled; Tom was after the money again.
+
+"I have no doubt she will be recompensed for what she has gone
+through," he said.
+
+Eve sent for Jane to come to Trent Park and persuaded her to tell Alan
+what she knew.  This she was willing to do; Alan was different from her
+father, he was a soldier and had a right to know.
+
+Jane stated that Carl Meason had signaled to the raiders from his motor
+car.  She had no doubt about it; he did so when they left Margate.  She
+was sure of it now although at the time he gave a plausible explanation
+as to why he showed two such large bright lights.  She knew the
+Zeppelins were guided by the signals he flashed; when she found out she
+was frightened but later on after a quarrel she taxed him with it.
+Carl was in a terrible rage, she thought he would have struck her.  His
+threats daunted her for a time and she kept quiet, but when she read
+about the murderous bombs and destruction of innocent lives she
+determined to disclose all she knew at the proper time.
+
+Alan and Eve listened to her story.  They had no doubt as to its truth.
+Carl Meason must be caught.  Had she any idea where he was?  She had
+not but expected he would seek her out at the cottage.  She had left
+him a note in which she said she was going home and would never live
+with him again.  She handed Alan a document she had taken from his case
+before she left.  It clearly implicated him; there was no doubt he had
+been in the pay of the enemy for months, that he had mapped out raids
+for them, organized a system of spying in England.
+
+"This is sufficient to condemn him," said Alan.  "You really think he
+will dare to seek you here?"
+
+Jane said she felt sure of it.
+
+"Then we'll watch for him.  He shall not escape," said Alan, but he was
+doubtful if Carl Meason would run his head into a hornets' nest.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX
+
+A SPLASH IN THE DARK
+
+Carl Meason was angry because Jane left him, but he did not think she
+would betray him.  He was well paid for his villainy: large remittances
+reached him by a round-about route.  He was flush of money.  He was
+lost without Jane.  She appealed to him.  He did not love her but he
+wanted her; she was his and he meant to get her back.
+
+There would not be much risk in going to Trent Park, he thought.  He
+had warned her he would be dangerous if she gave him away, that she
+would come to harm; she seemed frightened by his threats.  It was not
+likely she would brave them.
+
+He understood why she left him, or thought so; it was because she knew
+he undertook risks and might suffer as his accomplice if they were
+caught.
+
+"She'll have to come away with me," he said.  "I'll square her father;
+it's only a matter of cash."
+
+It was some time after she left him he decided to take her away.  He
+wrote; she had not answered his letters.  He cursed her for an
+obstinate jade, vowing he would pay her out.
+
+Jane showed her father his letters and he duly reported to Alan, who
+ordered a watch to be kept round the Park and near the cottage.  Abel
+Head, Tom Thrush and several of the men at Trent Park were special
+constables.  They thought it would be a feather in their cap if they
+caught a spy.
+
+Carl Meason was cunning.  He wished to find out how the land lay before
+venturing there.  He sent one of his confidential agents to make
+inquiries.  He returned in a couple of days, saying there were men
+about, watching the place, evidently on the lookout for somebody.
+
+From this Carl gathered Jane had given information against him and flew
+into a terrible rage.  Come of it what might he decided to punish her
+even if he ran risks.
+
+He made elaborate preparations for his journey, hired a small but
+powerful car, disguised himself thoroughly.  He was an adept at making
+up.  In New York he had more than once saved his life owing to his
+skill.  He knew the country well.  He journeyed down in the daytime,
+passing through Little Trent slowly, saw Abel Head at the door of the
+Sherwood Inn, smiled as he noticed he was unrecognized.  He went at the
+same pace along the road leading past the wall where the door opened
+near Tom Thrush's cottage.
+
+Jane heard the motor, opened the door, and looked out.  So well was he
+disguised that she failed to recognize him or the car.
+
+Motorists often went through the road in Trent Park and no notice was
+taken of Meason and his car.
+
+It so happened that Alan and his wife were in London and as there had
+been no signs of Meason the watchers relaxed their vigilance.  Tom
+Thrush was of opinion Meason had cleared out because he was in danger
+of being discovered; and Abel Head was of the same mind.
+
+Jane felt safer.  Perhaps he divined she had told of his doings and in
+consequence he thought it safer to hide for a time.  She was, however,
+careful not to go far away from home, nor did she walk outside the
+Park.  There was no telling what a desperate man would do.
+
+Fortune favored Carl Meason.  The night was dark, misty; a dense white
+stream covered the park, strangely thick and wetting.  Leaving his
+motor under the wall some distance from the door where it was hidden by
+creepers overhanging, he concealed himself in one of the thick
+embrasures and watched.  He was well protected by his motor coat, light
+but warm and water-proof.
+
+He looked at his wrist watch.  The illuminated figures showed it was
+eight o'clock.  He wondered at the pitchy blackness of the night,
+unusual for the time of the year.
+
+Listening intently he heard the door latch click; then it swung back
+with a bang.  It was opened again and Jane called out:
+
+"Don't be late, Father.  It's a bad night.  I don't care to be left
+alone."
+
+"I'll be back in an hour, my lass, and bring Abel Head along with me.
+He's plenty of time on his hands with these new restrictions in force."
+It was Tom Thrush's voice; he was going to the Sherwood Inn.  What a
+stroke of luck!  Such a chance would not occur again.
+
+Carl Meason chuckled savagely as he heard Tom's footsteps die away in
+the distance.  Creeping out he felt his way back to the motor along the
+wall, made sure all was right; the lights were low and covered by a
+dark protection which entirely obliterated them.  He had taken every
+precaution and knew the way in the dark; he had only to keep to the
+road and get clear away with Jane.  Nobody was likely to be motoring on
+such a night.  He was still disguised.  He wondered if she would
+recognize his voice, he could alter it cleverly.
+
+He banged at the door as though he had stumbled against it in the dark.
+Jane was nervous, more so than she had been since her return.  The
+noise startled her; it could not be her father returning, still there
+was a chance.
+
+She listened.  The knock came again, louder.  She opened the cottage
+door; the light from the lamp shone on the outer door leading to the
+road.
+
+"Who's there?" she asked, bravely, although her heart quaked.
+
+"I've lost my way.  I want to get to Little Trent," said Carl, in a
+muffled voice.
+
+"Go straight on," she said; "it's not far."
+
+"Who lives here?"
+
+"Thomas Thrush, Captain Chesney's gamekeeper."
+
+"That's lucky; I know him.  May I come in for a few minutes?  I'm
+tired."
+
+She hardly knew what to say.  If she refused he could force his way in;
+whoever he was, she thought it better to grant his request; it was a
+bad night to be out.
+
+She opened the door and Carl stepped through.  He walked into the
+cottage.
+
+"Thanks," he said; "is Mr. Thrush in?"
+
+Jane hesitated a moment; then said:
+
+"He's gone out; he will not be long.  You know my father?"
+
+"Quite well."
+
+Something in his appearance was familiar; she looked at him curiously.
+His eyes fascinated her; they were like a snake's, the eyes of Carl
+Meason, her husband, as she remembered them to have looked several
+times.  It suddenly occurred to her that he might be her husband
+disguised; she was almost certain it was.  What must she do?
+
+Carl watched her.  He caught signs that she recognized him, he had not
+much time to lose, he must make good use of it and act at once.
+
+"It's me, my lady; I see you know me.  Why did you run away from me?"
+he said.
+
+"What have you come here for in this disguise?" she said.
+
+"To take you away.  I am running great risks, but I want you, Jane, and
+I think you're worth it.  You ought to be flattered."
+
+She must parley with him until her father and Abel were at hand.
+
+"I shall not go with you," she said firmly.
+
+"Oh, yes, you will; I think I can persuade you," he said, looking
+threateningly at her.  "You have given me away; that was not proper for
+a wife."
+
+She said nothing.  If only she could detain him.
+
+"Come, hurry up.  Your father will not be back yet; he's gone to Little
+Trent, I heard him say so," he said.
+
+"I will not go," said Jane.
+
+"You will, and now.  There's your hat and coat.  Put them on."
+
+"No!"
+
+He came toward her, looking terrible in his disguise.
+
+"You see this," he said, taking a large knife from his pocket,
+unsheathing it.  "If you do not come at once I will kill you."
+
+She shuddered.  She knew he would do it; this was no empty threat.
+Mechanically she took her hat and cloak and put them on.
+
+"If you cry out I will use it," he said, holding up the knife.  She did
+not speak.  He took her by the wrist and led her out; she was not so
+afraid now, probably it was the safest plan to go with him--she could
+escape again.
+
+He pulled her rapidly along by the wall until he reached the motor.
+
+"Get in," he said, turning on the small inside lamps.
+
+Jane entered; she heard him fixing the starter; he got in and in a few
+minutes the car moved.
+
+"It all depends on yourself whether you come out of this alive," he
+said savagely.
+
+"Where are you going?" she asked.
+
+"Anywhere on to the main road; you can say good-bye to Trent Park,
+you'll never see it again," he said.
+
+He intended to kill her when it was safe; she felt sure such was his
+intention.  Her faculties were alert.  Was there a way out?
+
+Her heart gave a throb, her hopes rose; if she could make him steer a
+wrong course.
+
+"You are not making for the main road," she said.
+
+"Oh, yes, I am."
+
+"You are not.  If you upset the car you may be killed too," said Jane.
+
+He hesitated; she might be right, there were several roads in the Park.
+He wanted to get away as quickly as possible.  He had no head lights;
+it was safer.
+
+"Which way ought I to go?" he asked.
+
+"More to the left."
+
+Jane knew the ground well; she could find her way in the dark almost as
+certainly as her father.  The car was nearing the road leading past the
+moat and tower; it was not often used, but he would not be aware of
+this in the dark.
+
+"To the left?" he said.  "There's no road there."
+
+"Yes; a little farther on."
+
+"You can see?" he said in surprise.
+
+"I know the park as well in the dark as in the daytime," she answered.
+
+He thought this not improbable; her father had taught her woodcraft,
+the ways of the forest and the park.
+
+"If you put me wrong you're done for," he said.  "You'd better not play
+tricks with me."
+
+"Why should I when you threaten my life?" she replied quietly.
+
+Her feelings were strung to the highest pitch; she was playing a
+desperate game.  She might lose her life, it was worth the risk.  He
+intended to kill her anyhow because she had given him away.
+
+He thought her thoroughly frightened; she would hardly play him tricks,
+she dare not.  He underestimated her courage.
+
+Jane peered into the blackness; she saw a faint line ahead and knew it
+was the water in the moat.  Her father had taught her to see water in
+the dark--it comes easy when familiar with nature.  Every sense was
+alert; if she made a mistake he would not hesitate to kill her, for he
+would know what she had tried to do.
+
+The car jolted.  Carl said angrily:
+
+"We're off the road; what's your game?  Take care."
+
+"It's all right--a short cut to the main road.  That's where you want
+to go?" she said.
+
+"The main road, yes."
+
+"I'll tell you in a moment; turn sharp to the right then," said Jane.
+
+The car went on.  Jane's heart beat fast, her pulses throbbed
+painfully.  Would he do it, would he find out?  It was an awful risk to
+run.
+
+"Now," she said as calmly and steadily as possible, "to the right."
+
+Carl turned the steering wheel; the car swerved, bumped on the rough
+grass; for a moment he seemed to lose control of it.  He heard Jane
+leap out; he could not see her.
+
+She had played him a trick; where was he?  His brain was on fire.  He
+acted like a madman, wild with rage; he tried to stop the car.  In his
+fumbling haste he failed.
+
+There was a plunge, a great splash.
+
+Jane, bruised and shaken on the ground where she had fallen, listened.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX
+
+NEWS FROM HOME
+
+When Tom Thrush returned home alone--Abel declined to accompany him--he
+found the doors open, the cottage in darkness, the lamp having been
+blown out, and Jane gone.  He called her, searched the cottage, took
+his lantern and examined the garden.  Somebody, a man, had been there.
+He went out on to the road, traced footsteps along the wall until he
+came to where the car had stood, then he knew it was Carl Meason who
+had carried her off and given them the slip.
+
+Lantern in hand he followed the tracks easily seen in the damp dust
+covering the road.  He walked rapidly.  When he came to the turning
+leading to the moat he stopped and wondered what had taken him this
+way.  A feeling of horror swept over him as he thought Meason might
+have had an object in taking her to the moat.  This vanished when he
+considered he would not know the way in the dark, but how to account
+for the tire imprints?  He followed them; as he neared the moat he
+listened.  Footsteps drawing near, light treading; not a man, perhaps
+Jane; if so, what had become of Meason?
+
+It was Jane, moving slowly and painfully.  He held up the light.
+
+"What are you doing here, lass?  Where is he?" asked Tom.
+
+She stumbled upon him, knocking the lantern from his hand.  She had
+fainted.  He laid her gently down and picked up the light, holding it
+to her face.  There was a cut on her forehead; he wiped the blood away,
+saw it was not serious.  She came round quickly.  He helped her to her
+feet.
+
+"How came you here?" he asked.
+
+"Carl came to the cottage.  He forced me to go with him.  He had a
+car--he meant to kill me--it was his life or mine," she said, shivering.
+
+"Where is he?" asked Tom.
+
+"In the moat."
+
+He was bewildered, did not understand.  Jane could not have pushed him
+into the water.
+
+She explained hurriedly; he listened wonderingly.  She was plucky, had
+run a great risk.  He gave no thought to the man.
+
+"I jumped out and fell on the grass.  He seemed to lose his head; the
+car rushed on--I heard nothing more," she said.
+
+"Then he's in the water and the car too?"
+
+"Must be."
+
+"Come home.  I'll have a look round in the morning.  If he's drowned
+it's too good for him; he ought to have been hanged.  Drowning they say
+is an easy death."
+
+Jane went to bed and slept the sleep of exhaustion and excitement.  She
+was only a girl and had already gone through startling experiences.
+Tom, leaving her, went to the moat early.  He saw where the car had
+fallen in; it must have turned upside down and probably Carl was pinned
+underneath.  He felt no compunction; he thought Jane acted rightly.
+The man was a spy and a villain; she and the country were well rid of
+him.
+
+When Alan returned he told him what had happened.  The matter was
+reported to the police and to the proper authorities.  The moat was
+searched; it was difficult to drag the car out but it was soon done.
+Carl Meason's body was found pinned beneath, as Tom anticipated.
+
+The usual inquest was held and strange facts were brought to light.  On
+Meason's body were documents proving he was in the pay of the Germans,
+and had given much valuable information which was used for raiding
+purposes.
+
+Jane's conduct was extolled.  She would undoubtedly have paid the
+penalty of betraying his secrets with her life; there was no pity for
+Carl Meason.  He met his death as a traitor; had he been caught he
+would have undoubtedly been shot.
+
+Jane was searched out and interviewed; Tom made a handsome bargain with
+the representatives of a Sunday weekly; when she read the account of
+her life with Carl Meason she was amazed.  Had all these things really
+happened?  Was it possible?  She pointed out certain extraordinary
+statements to Tom, saying she did not recollect such things and was
+quite sure she had told the newspaper man nothing of the sort because
+they had never happened.
+
+Tom smiled.
+
+"He said he'd write it up, and he has.  He's made a good job of it and
+we've been well paid for it.  I think he was entitled to lay it on
+thick, considering the price paid," he said.
+
+"Did this all really happen to you, Jane?" asked Eve.
+
+"Some of it," replied Jane, smiling.
+
+"And the rest?"
+
+"It is a bit far-fetched; he must have a vivid imagination," said Jane.
+
+Eve laughed.
+
+"You have caused quite a sensation," she said.
+
+Alan went back to general headquarters in France.  Eve was as happy as
+she knew how to be without him, but there was the constant anxiety of
+what might happen to him.
+
+Alan was not a good correspondent, and he had not much time for
+writing.  Eve knew this and was always glad of a few lines.  He came
+home at intervals for a few days at a time.
+
+Eve loved him and he adored her.  Since their marriage he discovered
+new and surprising traits in her and wondered how he had been so blind
+as to risk losing her by his delay in asking her to be his wife.
+
+Bernard Hallam and Ella were still at The Forest.
+
+"When am I going back to Australia?" said Mr. Hallam in answer to
+Alan's question.  "I cannot tell you, for I don't know.  It's not safe.
+I have no desire to see how a torpedo works at near quarters.  I am
+much safer here, and The Forest is a delightful place.  There's another
+thing, I want my revenge."
+
+Alan laughed as he said:
+
+"Another couple of races with Rainstorm and Southerly Buster?"
+
+"That's it.  They were on a level last time; you only just got home
+with your pair."
+
+"Bandmaster has probably lost some of his paces," said Alan.
+
+"Didn't look like it when you won the Steeplechase on him," answered
+Mr. Hallam.
+
+"By Jove, that must have been a race!" exclaimed Alan.
+
+"It was.  Don't you recollect much about it?"
+
+"Can't say I do," replied Alan, with a puzzled expression.
+
+"It's funny; you must have been in a queer state."
+
+"I was.  I say, Hallam, I believe I went off my head for a bit," said
+Alan.
+
+"I won't contradict you, but the head's all right now," said Mr. Hallam.
+
+Fred Skane was consulted.  He thought Bandmaster quite equal to
+tackling Rainstorm again, and The Duke doing the same by Southerly
+Buster.  Both would be ready for the next Newmarket meeting if the
+matches could be included in the program.
+
+Alan communicated with the Jockey Club officials and there was no
+difficulty about it; the former matches proved such an attraction they
+were sure to be an addition to the card.
+
+In due course the matches came off and on this occasion honors were
+divided, for Bandmaster beat Rainstorm, and Southerly Buster beat The
+Duke.  Mr. Hallam would have been more pleased had Rainstorm won, for
+he was his favorite, but Alan was delighted at Bandmaster's success.
+
+Duncan Fraser was a frequent visitor at Trent Park and always went
+across to The Forest during his stay.
+
+Eve said she was "watching developments," but Alan laughingly answered
+that, "Fraser is not a marrying man; he's in love with the brewery,
+which is much more prosaic."
+
+"We shall see," said Eve; "I'm open to support Ella against business."
+
+Captain Newport, invalided home an exchanged prisoner, came to Trent
+Park for rest and change.  He sorely needed it and Eve looked after him
+well, also Captain Morby, severely wounded, and several more officers.
+In fact, Trent Park was turned into a convalescent home, with Eve in
+command.  Ella and some friends were willing helpers, and Jane came
+every day to do what she could for Mrs. Chesney, to whom she was much
+attached.
+
+Captain Morby said the man who could not make a recovery at Trent Park
+was very far gone indeed.
+
+"I say, Newport, I owe you a uniform," said Alan, laughing, and told
+him how he took his in the house of Jean Baptistine.
+
+"A fine old chap," said Vincent.  "He did what he could for me; had I
+been fit he'd have got me away safely."
+
+"I hear the old fellow's had his place blown about his ears but he's
+still there.  I am trying to smuggle him over here.  I'll fix up a
+small farm for him where he can settle down and try and be contented; I
+think I can manage it."
+
+"That's good of you," said Vincent.
+
+"Not at all; he deserves it, he risked much to try and save me, he did
+his best," said Alan.
+
+During Alan's absence in France, Eve had plenty to do at home.  The
+wounded officers took up much of her time.  When not attending to them,
+or delegating the duty to others, she went about the home farm, the
+stables and the gardens, often visiting Sam Kerridge at the Stud, where
+Alfonso was doing well and most of the mares were still in possession.
+Alan's racing establishment had been cut down, but this was not to be
+wondered at, and Fred Skane had an easier time than usual.  Many of the
+lads had joined up, and more were waiting for the call.  Alan
+generously granted them a portion of their salaries during the time
+they served.
+
+Eve looked longingly forward to the time when Alan would be free again
+and live always at Trent Park and where children to be born would
+increase their happiness tenfold.  She wrote him long letters, giving
+all the news and local gossip, also everything concerning their home.
+Her latest letter roused Alan's interest more than usual.
+
+"You see, I was right," she wrote; "Duncan Fraser asked Ella Hallam to
+be his wife and she consented.  I am sure it is a good match, so is Mr.
+Hallam, and Ella will be happy.  Once upon a time I fancied you admired
+her, I mean were half in love with her, and I am not quite certain yet
+that she has forgiven me for snatching you away.  We were always meant
+for each other, Alan; it was our destiny, and in this case it has
+proved very kind.
+
+"And what do you think?  Mr. Hallam wants me to sell The Forest to him
+in order to give it to Ella as a wedding present.  Shall I?  Tell me.
+There are many pleasant associations connected with it--the best, that
+you asked me to be your wife there."
+
+Then followed news which caused Alan to exclaim:
+
+"By Jove, I am glad!  I hope it's a boy."
+
+Eve continued:
+
+"And there's something else, another match.  Will Kerridge has asked
+Jane to be his wife; her second matrimonial venture will not be as
+stormy as her first.
+
+"We are all well here, and my wounded soldiers simply love the place"
+("and their nurses," commented Alan, "lucky beggars!").
+
+"I never pass the steeplechase course but it recalls vividly to mind
+that never-to-be-forgotten day when you won on Bandmaster--the Rider in
+Khaki."
+
+
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
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