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Authors of ** The Love That Kills,’’ ete. CHAPTER XII—(Continued). THE GIFT OF THE WHITE HORSEMAN, IDGE was struck dumb when Sir M John revealed that the man who had saved his life was no other than Drake. The White Horseman had dared to come here, into the midst of his enemies! Fortunately, Elsie covered her in- ability to speak by exclaiming: ‘Oh, but how extraordinarily thrilling! Of course, we remember him, don’t we, Midge? He was awfully nice. He left rather suddenly.’ We quite missed him.” “[ have asked him to dine with us to- night,” said Sir John. ‘Oh, splendid!” cried Elsie. “ But I can’t imagine Mr. Drake with a revolver. Can you, Midge?” The girl forced herself to speak. “Your arm, John? Is it badly hurt?” That was all she could say. “A nasty wrench,” he answered, smiling at her, delighted at her concern. ‘“ Noth- ing to worry about. Hunter has seen to it. I called at his house on my way back. But the extraordinary thing about this fel- low Drake was his control over that mob. They were really nasty before he came fighting his way through. Did you know that he knew the native languages like that?” Again it was Elsie Inglis who answered. “Y don’t know that we did. We knew he wanted to write a book about the fron- tier. He was a bit of an invalid at Ban- zat and took life very easily.” “ Not much of an invalid about him this morning,” said Sir John, with a little chuckle. “I liked him very much apart from the fact that he saved my life. A modest fellow. Of course, I made myself known to him. In fact, I asked him to come and stay with me when he said he This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for August 23 $67 oO CoMmicboOoks.c@