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Then, still as one in a dream, Barnabas bows again, sees Martin at "The Terror's" bridle, and is led back, through a pushing, jostling throng all eager to behold the winner, and thus, presently finds himself once more in the quiet of the paddock behind the "White Hart" inn.

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'!"

And speakin' of the trail, that wasn't the Red Rivah yo' crossed. It was the Wichita. And yo' must have gone ovah the Wichita Mountains, too." "The Wichita!" ejaculated one of the other men. "Why, Modoc, yuh told us " "And I told yuh right!" said the leader furiously. "I've been over this route before, and I know just where we are." "Yo're in The Terror's territory," drawled The Kid softly.

The despairing eyes of the Terror swept the woods; then he kissed her gingerly. "I am fond of you, you know," said the princess in a frankly proprietary tone. The Terror's scattered wits at last worked. He rose to his feet, and said quickly: "Yes; let's be getting to the others." The princess rose obediently.

I want to take it out of that fellow Glazebrook he's not a sportsman." The Terror's face had brightened; but he said: "But how should we account for the fish we took home?" "You can reckon them presents from me. They would be practically if I'm going to pay the fines," said Sir James. The eyes of both the Twins danced: this was a fashion of dealing tenderly with exactitude which appealed to them.

Forthwith the Terror pulled off his own coat and jersey and put them on Wiggins; then he pulled off Wiggins' knickerbockers and rubbed his thighs till they reddened; then he pulled off his stockings and pulled them on Wiggins' legs. The stockings came well up his thighs; and the Terror's coat and jersey came well down them. Wiggins was completely covered.

Then Erebus entered, her piquant face all aglow: "I couldn't find your handkerchief anywhere, Mum. It took me ever such a time," she said, giving it to her. The puzzled air faded from the Terror's face; and he said in a tone of deep meaning: "Have you been running to find it? You're quite out of breath."

Not only were they of approved readiness and resource; but buried in the heart of that wood, they were as safe from the intrusion of evil-doers as on some desert South Sea isle. She was somewhat surprised by the Terror's readiness to take as many blankets as she suggested. In other years he had been disposed to grumble at the number she thought necessary.

The serenity on the Terror's face broke up into an expression of the deepest pain: "Whatever's the matter?" he said in a tone of amazement. "I thought you loved a joke. You said you did yesterday at tea." "You try it on again!" said Captain Baster. "Now, whatever has put your back up?" said the Terror in a tone of even greater amazement.

You must talk to me as if I were a man, a grown man, if you mean to teach me anything. Where is your hat, doctor? Let me try it on." The doctor handed her his wide-awake. The Terror's hair was not naturally abundant, like Euthymia's, and she kept it cut rather short. Her head used to get very hot when she studied hard. She tried to put the hat on. "Do you see that?" she said.