foreign gold, and reaching a position in which every country in Europe, and ultimately in the whole world, would be her very humble tributary. She will allow nothing to stand in her way: no treaties, no scruples of honour, no considerations of humanity. She is simply Brute Force personified; the whole nation has gone mad in the worship of militarism; and she will never come to a better mind, there will be no security in this unhappy world, until her idols are broken by the application of the same force in overwhelming measure. That’s our job, my dear fellow, and we must go through with it, whatever the cost." The other conversation took place in a planter’s house at Abercorn. Mr. Barkworth had just heard from Tom’s lips the full story of all that had happened to him since their parting on the landing stage at Bismarckburg. "H’m!" ejaculated the old man. "Tom," he said, turning to his son-in-law, "he’s your namesake. Eh? Tom’s a good name--better than riches! Young Tom must have a commission, eh? Want to fight, young Tom?" "Not particularly, sir. I mean, I don’t want to fight; but there’s only one thing to be done with a bully--hit him hard. That seems to be the position; and I’ll do my best." "Sound doctrine, my lad. I’m a man of peace; but I read of a Man of Peace who once flogged a pack of rascals out of the Temple of Jerusalem. No soft words; but stinging whips. Please God, we’ll whip Germany into good behaviour. But now, the practical point. Infantry? Cavalry? Artillery? What’s it to be?" "He seems rather good at organising scouts," Major Burnaby put in. "H’m! Scouts very useful when we get seriously to work in those wilds. Willoughby’s Scouts, why not? What do you say, young Tom?" "I couldn’t wish for anything better, sir. The Wahehe will be a nucleus: they’re very keen." "They’ll follow you like faithful dogs. I know them! Well, old Tom, you’ll arrange it. Smuts is coming: fine fellow, Smuts: I know him. Willoughby’s Scouts must be ready-- ’TOM WILLOUGHBY’S SCOUTS.’" PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, BRUNSWICK ST., STAMFORD ST., S.E. 1, AND BUNGAY, SUFFOLK. ―――― A FEW STIRRING ROMANCES By HERBERT STRANG The Air Patrol A story of the North-West Frontier. Illustrated in colour by CYRUS CUNEO.