at's all the
F.A.M. Police news."

"That part's good, anyway. What about the Commandant? Hasn't he got
anything better?"

"There's some talk of giving him Basutoland."

"Oh, well, that's not so bad. The fine old chap'll have lots of time to
hunt butterflies and lizards up there."

"They say there's likely to be trouble up there," went on Hazel. "Now,
Mr Greenoak, what will South Africa do without its `providence'?"

"Yes. I knew that," said Greenoak, ignoring the last question. "The
Commandant and I have often talked it over as more than a possibility."

"Then you'll be there, old chap," cried Dick. "Oh, for certain you'll
be there."

"Maybe. I'm thinking of returning soon."

"Not until you've had some pheasant shooting, Greenoak," said Sir Anson.
"I swear you shan't go from here till you've had some pheasant
shooting, and that won't be just yet. So you're anchored for the
present, you see. Now," he went on, "fill the glasses. I'm going to
propose a toast. Here it is. `All our good friends across the water,
coupled with the name of Harley Greenoak.'"

The latter looked, if he could look such a thing, a trifle nervous.

"I can't make a speech, Sir Anson," he said, when they had drunk it.
"Well, since I took charge of Dick there, I discovered more than once
the truth of what you told me at the time. He certainly has an amazing
aptitude for getting into holes, but then he manages to get himself out
again." ("Or you do it for him, old chap," interrupted Dick.) "Well,
then, as you have coupled your toast with the name of Harley Greenoak, I
reply by proposing another toast, and that is `Harley Greenoak's
Charge.'"

"Here, Dick," said Sir Anson, "open another bottle or so, and give the
men a brimming bumper apiece. They must drink this toast too. I forgot
in the other case, but they can drink Greenoak's health as a toast to
itself afterwards."

The keepers and watchers, who were eating their lunch under a tree a
little way apart, were called up and duly supplied with the invigorating
sparkle. Then the health was drunk with enthusiasm--

"Harley Greenoak's Charge!"

The End.

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