Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 108, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 September 1934 — Page 27

SEPT. 11. 1931

The Amateur Gentleman -~==By Jeffrey Farnol sr

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,wh;p *re gone, and that he is 'swaying oddly in the >addie with | Moonraker* every stride—catches a momentary glimpse of a pale, agonized face, and hears the vis:count speaking: I ‘No go. Bev!’* he pants. “Oh. , Bey, Im done! Moonraker's game. Dut—l'm—done. Bev —arm. y know j —devilish shame, ylcnow—” And Barnabas sees that the vis- ' count's sleeve w all blood from the elbow down. And in that moment Barnabas casts off the numbness, and his brain.clears again. • Hold on. Dick!" he cries. ‘Can t. Bev —I—l'm done. Tried my best—but —I—" Barnabas reaches out suddenly—but ls too far I off—the viscount lurches forward. ■ loses his stirrups.. sways—and Moonraker gallops—riderless. But r.*’.p is at hand, for Barnabas sees , divers rustic onlookers who run forward to lift the viscount's inanimate i form. The Terror vents a snort of joyful defiance, for now he is galloping again in full view of Sir Mortimer Carnaby s foam-flecked gray. Inch bv mch the great, black horse creeps up but Carnaby sees him coming, and thp gray leaps forward under his goading heels—is up level with Slingsby and the marquis—but with The Terror always close behind. INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THREE. OVER a hedge—across a ditch—and down a slope they race together—knees in, heads low—to where, at the bottom, is a wall. Slingsby ls plying his whip. Carnaby ls rowellmg savagely, ypt, neck and neck, the sorrel and the gray iace for the jump, with Barnabas and the marquis behind. “Give way, Slingsby!” shouts Sir Mortimer. * Be damned if I do!” roars the cap'ain, and in go his spurs. “Pull over, Slingsby!” shouts Sir Mortimer. “No, b gad! Pull over yourself,” roan the captain. “Give way, Carnaby—l have you by a head!” An exultant yell from Slingsby—a savage shout from Sir Mortimer a sudden, crunching thud, and the gallant sorrel is lying a twisted, kicking heap, with Captain Slingsby pinned beneath. ‘What. Beverly!" he cries, coming weakly to his elbow, “well ridden. bgari! After him! The Rascal 's done for, poor devil! So am I - it's you or Carnaby now—ride, Beverley, ride!” And so, as Barnanbas flashes past and over him. Captain Slingsby of the guards sinks back, and lies very white and still. A stake-fence, a hedge, a ditch, and beyond that a clear stretch to the winning-post. At the fence, Carnaby sees The Terror's black head some six yards behind; at the hedge, Barnabas has lessened the six to three, and at the ditch once again the great black horse gallops half a length behind the powerful gray. And now. louder and louder, shouts come down the wind! “The gray! It's Carnaby's gray! Carnaby's Clasher wins!” ‘Clasher'! Clasher’!" But. slowly and by degrees, the cries sink to a murmur, to a buzzing drone For. what great, black horse is this which, despite Carnaby's flailing whip and cruel, rowelling spur, Ls slowly, surely creeping up with the laboring gray? Who is this, a wild, bareheaded figure, grim and bloody, stained with mud. rent and torn, upon whose miry coat yet hangs a crushed and fading rose? Down the stretch they race, the black and the gray, panting, sobbing, spattered wuth foam, nearer and nearer, while the crowd rocks and sways about the great pavilion, and buzzes with surprise and uncertainty. (To Be Continued)

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The old hag tapped upon the floor with her staff: her head nodded ceaselessly like that of some grotesque and horrible doll, and her lips were still contorted in what Tarzan realized now was no smile but a hideous snarl. ‘Come!” she cackled. •Come! Come! Come!”

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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