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208 HIDE AND SEEK. was called upon to champion a beautiful woman, ma his fists ache to do valiant service upon somebody’s head Patterson’s preferred, and he thumped his knees gently with his knuckles by way of practice, and kept his horse at a brisk trot a few rods behind Poubaloy’s carriage. __ He was quite confident that he could ‘‘do” both driver and passenger if such a thing were necessary, and h longed heartily for an occasion to demand a trial of I prowess. a After having traversed a considerable distance, pulled up, got down and gently opened the door. - ‘‘Whist, miss,’’ he said, ‘‘they’ve stopped entirely.”” ‘*Where are we, and where are they?’’ asked Clara, 1 her composed self again. ‘In Scollay Square,’’ answered Mike, ‘‘and they’re ju: foreninst the Crawford House. The gentleman's talkin’ f Patterson. Now he’s lookin’ at me, bad luck to him!’ — “I don’t wish to come up to him,’’ said Clara; ‘‘if h comes this way I shall be glad. You must have no : if we talk angrily together.”’ ‘“*I’d like to——’’ began Mike, significantly. “Yes, I know you would,’’ she interrupted, ‘‘but we must have no trouble unless I give the word. I might do so if [ thought a policeman would arrest him, and not you.”’ “As to that, miss,’’ said Mike, ruefully, ‘‘any copper’: more likely to pull in the poor cab-driver instead of thi fine gentleman. My brother’s on the force, an’ if we only on his beat, now!”’ ‘Tell me what they are doing, please.’’ ' “The gentleman is going into the hotel. Patterson is starting away. Shall I follow him?”’ f: Clara reflected just an instant. | ‘‘No,’’? she answered. ‘‘Stay here. I’m not going t pursue another empty carriage. ’’ ‘‘Huh!’’ chuckled Mike, ‘‘you’re a keen one, sure, | that’s just what he’s wantin’ you to do, Fattecaon as turned down Hanover Street. ”’ camichan ee +9