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The Other Philosopher
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“No, we beat them in the great military art of running away,” returned the other. “They won’t catch us unless——”

MacIan turned his long equine face inquiringly. “Unless what?” he said, for Turnbull had gone silent suddenly, and seemed to be listening intently as he ran as a horse does with his ears turned back.

“Unless what?” repeated the Highlander.

“Unless they do—what they have done. Listen.” MacIan slackened his trot, and turned his head to the trail they had left behind them. Across two or three billows of the up and down lane came along the ground the unmistakable throbbing of horses’ hoofs.

“They have put the mounted police on us,” said Turnbull, shortly. “Good Lord, one would think we were a Revolution.”

“So we are,” said MacIan, calmly. “What shall we do? Shall we turn on them with our points?”

“It may come to that,” answered Turnbull, “though if it does, I reckon that will be the last act. We must put it off if we can.” And he stared and peered about him between the bushes. “If we could hide somewhere the beasts might

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