Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 44, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 July 1934 — Page 15

JULY 3, 1334.

The Amateur Gentleman =■ —Jeffrey Farnol -

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gave the reins into the old grooms eager hand. I shan't be wanting him for probably three or four days, Gabriel, • until then—look after him. exercise him regularly, for I'm hoping to do gri at things with him, soon, Gabriel, perhaps ” And so Barnabas smiled, and as Martin led the horse to the stables, turned to find the young Corinthian at his elbow; he had resumed hat and coat, and now regarded Barnabas as smiling and imperturbable as ever. ' Sir.” said he, “I congratulate you heartily. Sir. any friend of Viscount Devenham is also mine. I trust; and I know your name, and hem!—l swear Slingsbv docs! Beverley, I think—hem!—son of old Beverley, and a devilish good name ;oa! Eh, Sling my boy?" Hereupon the captain limped forward, if possible redder of face than ever, very much like a large s schoolboy in fault. “Sir,” he began, “b'gad—!” here he paused to clear his throat loudly once or twice —"a devil incarnate! Fourteen minutes and a half, by my watch, and devil a spur! I'd have ! lent you my boots had there been time. I would, b'gad! As it is, if you’ve any desire to shake hands with a—ha!—with a fellow—hum — a dirty coat —why—here's mine, b'gad!" “Captain the Honorable Marniaduke Slingsbv—Mr. Beverly—The Marquis of .Jerningham—Mr. Bever>v. And now.” said the viscount, as Barnabas shook hands, “now tell 'em why you bought the horse. Bcv.” I was hoping, sirs." said Barnabr~, rather diffidently, “that I might perhaps have the honor of riding in the Steeplechase on the fifteenth.” a tt a HEREUPON the captain struck his riding boot a resounding blow with his whip, and whistled; while the marquis dangled his eyeglass by its riband, viewing it with eyes of mild surprise, and the viscount glanced from one to the other with an enigmatical smile upon his lips. “That would rest with Carnaby to decide, of course,” said the captain j at last. “Why so?" inquired Barnabas. “Because well, because he—is Carnaby, I suppose,” the captain answered. “Though Jerningham has the casting vote. ’ added the viscount. “True.” said the marquis, rearranging a fold of his cravat with a self-conscious air, “but. as Sling says—Carnaby is—Carnaby.” “Sirs." began Barnabas, very earnestly, “believe me I would spare no expense—” “Expense, sir?" repeated the marquis. lilting a languid eyebrow; “of course it is no question of ’expense'!” Here the viscount looked uncomfortable all at once. and Barnabas grew suddenly hot. I mean." he stammered, “I mean that niv being entered so late in the day—the fees might be made proportionately heavier double them if need be—l should none the less be—be inestimably indebted to you; indeed I —l ran not tell you—" Now as Barnabas broke off, the marquis smiled and reached out his hand—a languid-seeming hand, slim and delicate, yet by no means languid of grip. “My dear Beverley,” said he. “I like your earnestness. A race—especially this one—is a doocid serious thing; for some of us, perhaps, even more serious than we bargain for. It's going to be a punishing race from start to finish, a test of I endurance for horse and man, over the worst imaginable eountry. It originated in a match between Devenham on his -Moonraker’ and myself on 'Clinker.’ but Sling here was hot to match his ‘Rascal,’ and Carnaby fancied his 'Clasher,’ and bread! ipplications came so fast that we had a field in no time.” (To Be Continued)

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As Kitembo fell, the voice cried again, “Keep your eyes upon the ground, for whosoever looks up dies! Listen well to what I have to say. black men. Go your way to your own countries, leaving behind you all the white people. Do not harm them. They belong to me.”

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The black headmen fell back from the whites, leaving Kitembo writhing upon the ground. They seized the loads which they had previously divided amongst them and pushing and elbowing for precedence, fled out of camp toward the west.

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The whites sat in stupefied silence until the last black had gone and they were alone. “What do you suppose that thing meant by saying we belonged to him?” asked Ivitch. “Well, whatever it is, it has done all the harm it can do now. said Zveri.

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“Perhaps you were right, Zveri,” ventured Romero, “when you said you thought the voice might be the result of English or Italian interference.” “At least it proves,” declared Zveri, “what I have long suspected. There is a traitor among us,” and he looked at Romero.

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