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I've 'ad a bit o' luck, an' I wants one mesself.""Garn," growled Barney."You an' yer luck! Gent may want a mug, but y'd show yer money fust.""Strewth! I've got it.Y' aint got the chinge fer wot I 'ave in me 'and 'ere.'As 'e, mister?""Show it," taunted the man, and then turning to Dart."Yer wants a mug o' cawfee?""Yes."

The girl held out her hand cautiously--the piece of gold lying upon its palm.

"Look 'ere," she said.

There were two or three men slouching about the stand.Suddenly a hand darted from between two of them who stood nearest, the sovereign was snatched, a screamed oath from the girl rent the thick air, and a forlorn enough scarecrow of a young fellow sprang away.

The blood leaped in Antony Dart's veins again and he sprang after him in a wholly normal passion of indignation.A thousand years ago--as it seemed to him--he had been a good runner.This man was not one, and want of food had weakened him.

Dart went after him with strides which astonished himself.Up the street, into an alley and out of it, a dozen yards more and into a court, and the man wheeled with a hoarse, baffled curse.The place had no outlet.

"Hell!" was all the creature said.

Dart took him by his greasy collar.

Even the brief rush had left him feeling like a living thing--which was a new sensation.

"Give it up," he ordered.

The thief looked at him with a half-laugh and obeyed, as if he felt the uselessness of a struggle.He was not more than twenty-five years old, and his eyes were cavernous with want.He had the face of a man who might have belonged to a better class.When he had uttered the exclamation invoking the infernal regions he had not dropped the aspirate.

"I 'm as hungry as she is," he raved.

"Hungry enough to rob a child beggar?" said Dart.

"Hungry enough to rob a starving old woman--or a baby," with a defiant snort."Wolf hungry--tiger hungry--hungry enough to cut throats."He whirled himself loose and leaned his body against the wall, turning his face toward it.Suddenly he made a choking sound and began to sob.

"Hell!" he choked."I 'll give it up! I 'll give it up!"What a figure--what a figure, as he swung against the blackened wall, his scarecrow clothes hanging on him, their once decent material making their pinning together of buttonless places, their looseness and rents showing dirty linen, more abject than any other squalor could have made them.

Antony Dart's blood, still running warm and well, was doing its normal work among the brain-cells which had stirred so evilly through the night.

When he had seized the fellow by the collar, his hand had left his pocket.He thrust it into another pocket and drew out some silver.

"Go and get yourself some food,"

he said."As much as you can eat.

Then go and wait for me at the place they call Apple Blossom Court.Idon't know where it is, but I am going there.I want to hear how you came to this.Will you come?"The thief lurched away from the wall and toward him.He stared up into his eyes through the fog.The tears had smeared his cheekbones.

"God!" he said."Will I come?

Look and see if I'll come." Dart looked.

"Yes, you 'll come," he answered, and he gave him the money."I 'm going back to the coffee-stand."The thief stood staring after him as he went out of the court.Dart was speaking to himself.

"I don't know why I did it," he said."But the thing had to be done."In the street he turned into he came upon the robbed girl, running, panting, and crying.She uttered a shout and flung herself upon him, clutching his coat.

"Gawd!" she sobbed hysterically, "I thort I'd lost yer! I thort I'd lost all of it, I did! Strewth! I 'm glad I've found yer--" and she stopped, choking with her sobs and sniffs, rubbing her face in her sack.

"Here is your sovereign," Dart said, handing it to her.

She dropped the corner of the sack and looked up with a queer laugh.

"Did yer find a copper? Did yer give him in charge?""No," answered Dart."He was worse off than you.He was starving.

I took this from him; but I gave him some money and told him to meet us at Apple Blossom Court."She stopped short and drew back a pace to stare up at him.

"Well," she gave forth, "y' ARE a queer one!"And yet in the amazement on her face he perceived a remote dawning of an understanding of the meaning of the thing he had done.

He had spoken like a man in a dream.He felt like a man in a dream, being led in the thick mist from place to place.He was led back to the coffee-stand, where now Barney, the proprietor, was pouring out coffee for a hoarse-voiced coster girl with a draggled feather in her hat, who greeted their arrival hilariously.

"Hello, Glad!" she cried out.

"Got yer suvrink back?"

Glad--it seemed to be the creature's wild name--nodded, but held close to her companion's side, clutching his coat.

"Let's go in there an' change it,"

she said, nodding toward a small pork and ham shop near by."An' then yer can take care of it for me.""What did she call you?" Antony Dart asked her as they went.

"Glad.Don't know as I ever 'ad a nime o' me own, but a little cove as went once to the pantermine told me about a young lady as was Fairy Queen an' 'er name was Gladys Beverly St.John, so I called mesself that.

No one never said it all at onct--

they don't never say nothin' but Glad.I'm glad enough this mornin',"chuckling again, " 'avin' the luck to come up with you, mister.

Never had luck like it 'afore."

They went into the pork and ham shop and changed the sovereign.

There was cooked food in the windows--

roast pork and boiled ham and corned beef.She bought slices of pork and beef, and of suet-pudding with a few currants sprinkled through it.

"Will yer 'elp me to carry it?"

she inquired."I 'll 'ave to get a few pen'worth o' coal an' wood an'