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Matson smiled and his fingers on her pulse grew lighter. "I know that one, he said. "He was stolen by an old gipsy beldame when he was a child on Exmoor heath. He's had chances enough to return to his own people, but this Is the only life he knows or cares about The password quickly, Lark, and we will allow him to move on." Lark gave it and glanced swiftly at the figure next in line. It was a man much like David's build, who wore the red raskall pulled down low over his head, as if to shield the lighted side of his face. Her heart missed a beat and she felt the skip in her pulse. The Spanish Cats fingers tightened on her helpless already following the (lightest move wrist ment of bis cat like body, every The man's rolling walk was like breath wai clamped by the vise of David's, too. Lark's breath shortunknown and horror. (car ascending ened in her chest She had not the With delicate quick precision he strength of faith to pray. She bedrew hie rapier from its slim Castil- gan to count to herself, her lips ian sheath and itood on tiptoe, reach- forming the syllables slowly and uning up to the twinging figure. certainly. Ore . . . two . . . three Lark couldnt have moved the tini- . . . four . . . five . . . six . . . seven. est muscle of her litUe finger If her By the seventh count she knew it was not David. Her throbbing eyes very life bad depended on it. The tip of the rapier caught the had tricked her into magnifying the firelight and gleamed like a silver resemblance. She released her torbead flung against the sun. It tured breath in a little choking gasp. reached up through the dark, Matson's tautened figure relaxed. reached high till it found the hollow "That gave you a turn, didnt it? beneath the chin of that pitiful, he asked pleasantly. "Now, at least, swaying figure, and then slashed I have in mind the general outline downward with the quick and deli- of the traitor; well- cate exactness of a tiger's claw. The jacket fell back in a wider V. Lark still did not understand. She could not grasp what the point was in this particular savagery and desecration. And then the body swung a little into profile, and she saw the swell of a woman's breast. Its rounded, defenseless curve. Her eyes studied the face once more, the high cheek bones, the rounded chin. Wildly she looked at Matson; took hold of his arm and shook it, without knowing what she was doing. Why" Lark cried out, "it's Dos-tbroad-shouldere- a. Dostat" Do you wonder that I laughed at you, you little fool? It is amusing, is it not?" When Lark didnt answer Matson continued unabashed. "That thief was David North, the man I loved! he mimicked her words in a high falsetto voice. "That is a Joke! He turned to the gipsies. "Laugh, you dogs, laugh! Matson raised a slim white hand and hushed it with a sharp gesture of command. One woman could not stop. She swayed back and forth in a very ecstasy of abandon, beyond all human control or dignity. Her white locks streamed to her shoulders and her head rolled from side to side in a spasmodic frenzy. "Dosta, she moaned, "Dosta, my dearie own. A man beside her slapped her open mouth hard with his big square hand, and she stopped suddenly in the midst of laughter, high and shrill as the neighing of the little wild island ponies. The silence was thick as fog, pervasive as the stench near the mountainous heaps of oyster shells which dotted the lower beaches. Matson let the silence lie there like a heavy blanket, smothering them for a long moment; then he spoke aside to Lark, but loud enough for the others to hear. Xittle liar, he said, sitting down on the ground beside her. "Pretty little liar, I have one further test for you. You failed me signally at first. Let us see what you will do now. He motioned to a gray-bearhe said, "come herel "Herne, and when the man bent down servilely, whispered a word in his ear. The gipsy nodded sulkily and, with obvious reluctance, went back to his group and began to weed the younger men out from the older ones, lining them up in a row. Perhaps half a hundred stood there, some cringing, some defiant Matson turned to Lark and smiled in as friendly a fashion as if this were a parlor game that was to be played for her entertainment. Give me your hand, my dear, he said, and, when she didnt comply, reached over and took it, placing it in his lap, letting his slim finger-tip- s rest delicately on the pulse in her wrist Now, he continued in the casual, Jocular tone of a master of ceremonies, all of our possible Davids will pass slowly in front of us. You will say, as each goes by, That is not David North, and I will know by the throb of your pulse the one particular time you are lying to me. The first man in line paused in front of them. It was Ginko, the fiddler. He showed his white teeth in a flashing smile. His eyes narrowed intimately, and there was a provocative swagger to the swing of his red cape, as he bowed low to Lark. Matson said harshly, Fool, g for a filly preserve your of your own breed, this one is a Say the words, thoroughbred. Lark, That is not David, I demand the password for this man, as for each of the others that go by. "That is not David, Lark said in a low voice, her eyes straining into the darkness so that she might see the next in line and attempt to discipline her quickening pulse. The next man, she saw with relief, as he came forward into the lighted circle, was scarcely more play-actin- ... "The little fool walked right Into the trap. built, in the first strength of his manhood. Ill let you rest for a moment, my dear, while I have a word with Ginko. Dont think you can escape. I have but to give the order. The next man was ChaL His face was a mask of sullen and vindictive anger. Lark was sobbing now, her tears wetting her cheeks and falling unheeded in her lap. Matson laughed The likeness is remarksoftly. able, isnt it? Dosta pleasured me for a time on the Runny, but then she got to be a nuisance, an inquisitive little pickpocket, rifling my portfolios and stealing the very jewels out of my ears as I slept. His free hand sought the lobe of his ear and fingered the golden loop which dangled from it. Naturally, he continued, "when I found the lock on my brass-boun- d box had been tampered with, I set a watch, and the little fool walked right into the trap. It was an easy thing to have her dressed in her brothers clothes and string her up to give me a little sport with you. When Lark made no answer, he motioned for the line to proceed. The next eight or nine passed swiftly with no comment from either of the watchers. Lark repeated the words, "That is not David each time, and Matsons finger on her pulse was light, but steady. At last there was only one more man standing back there in the semidarkness. That would be David; was bound to be him. The man drew nearer. It was not David. The bulk of this mans outline loomed huge and rotund against the golden background of the fire- ... ... light mote and paasive, and yet there was in it such suTering as Lark had never seen. Behind her stood Ginko and a tall slim figure, red trousered snd blue Jacketed. Caltl Why it was Galt. Truly it wail "I was dreadfully frightened about you, Galt What happened? Lark's voice was a whisper. "Those two slaves grabbed me on the path and gagged me so I couldn't call out They dragged me 00 to the dungeon but I managed my way out. Lark. The lock was old and rusty and the guard didnt cause me much troyble." He spoke with the I found pride of his new manhood. Ginko, and he brought me here to you, in Mother Egypts tent. Lark "But what happened? asked. "Where is Matson? Did he find David? . . . Why. you are the man who betrayed him. Ginko! She said with horror, drawing back from him as the full realization of her last memory came back to her. The fiddler laughed softly. "Little foolish one, that was a clever trick on my part. I am so wise a man that I desired for the Spanish Cat to be distracted that I might be able to get you away from him and plan for your escape. Your David has no more snake on his heel than I have. "David has not been found?" Lark repeated her question anxiously, her eyes going from Ginkos face to Galts. She was still not altogether certain of Ginko, but knew that Galt's word could be trusted implicitly. "No." Galt said briefly. "Theyve been beating the bushes for the last half hour, but have come on no sign of him. The shout would have gone up, had they done so. "My daughter was a princess," the woman who watched her said in a proud and sorrowful tone. "Dosta is dead and God, Himself, can not bring her back to me. In her name I have befriended you. The horse is waiting. You must make haste. "The horse? Red Raskall? Lark glanced at Galt "It is arranged," Galt said, "I am to ride him. I know where he Is stalled. There is only one guard on duty. The little black mare, Dos-ta- 's namesake, Is to be yours. Lark. the woman whispered, "Wait, raising a detaining hand. "Here are Dostas clothes. Let this girl put them on. If she is seen then, she will pass in the darkness for one of our band. I will make sure Ginko said, there is no one about, and with quiet care slit the back of the tent He and Galt slipped through the opening. Outside Galt was waiting with Ginko, who flashed his shaded lantern for a moment on her figure and nodded as if satisfied when be saw that Dostas clothes fitted her well enough, and that she had twisted a red raskall completely over her golden curls. In the moonlight her white skin and blue eyes were scarcely noticeable. She might have passed, at a casual glance, for any of the gipsy girls. Galt smiled at Lark admiringly and whispered, It will be safer if we separate. Ill go to the stables and get Red Raskall, while you and Ginko get the mare. Ill meet you beyond the corral. Ginko nodded and hurried Lark around the comer of the castle. No one was in sight now, though off to the left they could hear the men pursuing the search, calling back and forth to one another, as they came on broken branches or footprints in the undergrowth. After another careful hundred yards or so, they reached the corral where the gipsies horses could be seen in the moonlight. Mostly they were sorry enough looking beasts, with hanging heads and uncurried manes but, even in the moonlight, the beauty of the one little black mare could be seen. She was lying asleep by herself in a far comer 'of the paddock and they unlatched the gate and went softly to her. Instantly, at their approach, she was on her feet, with quivering nostrils startled eyes. and rolled-bacGinko gentled her with a soothing hand and a word, as she tossed her head and flung back her mane. She was small-bone- d and daintily made. Her coat had the fineness of shining satin. Larks hand stroked the arching neck. She whispered, Dosta, in the pricked ear as the lovely creature, feeling a strange hand on her, shied and danced. Her bridle and fine embroidered blanket and saddle hung near her on the limb of a tree. Ginko reached for them and, with tender, caressing words, had her ready in a moment, cupping Larks foot in his hand as she mounted. He slapped the mare softly on the flank as he led her through the gate toward Galt, who was waiting there on Red Raskall. Galt was smiling. "Good news for you. Lark, he said gently. "I found an empty stall and the grooir Davids lying there unconscious. got away. "Oh, Galt, are you sure? "Nobody else would have taken a horse tonight. Hes had the start of an hour on us, perhaps. "Can we catch up with him? Oh, Galt, do you think we could? Id feel so much better to know for The Spanish Cat drew nearer to Lark. She wrapped her cape tight about her arms and breast and drew back, standing a little distance from him under the drooping branches of the great oak tree. Lark felt the world falling away from her. A blessed blackness rose to meet her mind and engulfed her. Matsons voice was the last thing she heard. Matsons silky voice, sayGinko, the pretty ing pleasantly. little bird has fainted! Take care of her. When Lark opened her eyes she was in a tent and the white-haireover her. gipsy woman was bending The hanging light was dim and cast grotesque shadows on the crimson sure. walls. The womans face was re d soft-spok- (TO BE CONTINUED) of the RECENT outpourings large have shown thing bcond all argument The one pub- lic would rather have a contest than class. 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