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e, ran it along the road some fifty yards, turned in among the bushes, flung himself down, and sobbed and cried. There was confusion on the scene of the duel. Count Sigismond's seconds had to chase him, catch him, and hold him while the doctor dressed his wound. Then they fell to a discussion as to whether the eldritch yell had been uttered by the Count or by someone in the wood round the glade; it had fallen upon very ragged nerves, and for the lives of them they could not be sure. Lord Crosland threw no light at all upon the matter, though he did his best to help their dispute grow acrimonious. Sir Tancred preserved the discreet silence of a principal in a duel; the Count Sigismond only moaned. At last they turned their attention to him, and carried him to the top of the path. Sir Tancred and Lord Crosland started for the town to send up a cab for him. When they were out of hearing, Lord Crosland said, "Most likely, that yell saved your life, old chap." "I should say that there wasn't a doubt about it; but, really, in the case of a sweep like Puy-de-Dome, I can't say that I mind a little irregularity. Besides, my conscience is quite clear. Heaven knows I did my best to keep Tinker in the dark and at a distance." "It can't be done," said Lord Crosland with conviction. Tinker heard their voices, and by a violent effort, which did him good, hushed his hysteric sobbing. After a while he heard the cab rattle up, and rattle away. Twenty minutes later he mounted his machine, and, passing through the back streets of Monte Carlo, rode slowly back to Nice. On his way back he washed his face at a spring, and when he mounted his machine again, he said to himself firmly, "I'm _not_ ashamed--not a bit." As he wheeled his bicycle into the coach-house of the hotel, Dorothy ran into it, caught him by the arm, and cried, "Did they fight? Is your father hurt?" He looked at her white, strained face, and said with a dogged air, "My father's all right. What do you mean about fighting? I--I've been for a ride--on my bicycle." "Then you did stop it!" cried Dorothy; and before he could ward her off she had kissed him. "Look here," said Tinker firmly, but gently, "these things won't bear talking about. They won't really." CHAPTER TWELVE TINKER BORROWS A MOTOR-CAR A few days later, early in the afternoon, Sir Tancred was leaning on the wall of the gardens of the Temple of Fortune, smoking a ci
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