shan't
rob me of my flute."

And without taking the instrument from his lips, off he ran playing
"Cheer, Boys, Cheer," as he hurried along.

The next moment out rushed several gaunt-looking animals, and gave
chase to the musical Figgins, urged on by their mad master, who was
following them.

Bogey waited for him at the gate.

As he came forth puffing, grunting, and blowing, the negro put out his
foot, and over he went on his nose.

"Go back, massa bag breeches," cried Bogey, fiercely.

He added to the effect of his words by applying a switch he carried to
the fat hind-quarters of the Turk, who was glad to scramble in at his
gate on all fours, and shut it to keep out the "special messenger" and
his cane.

When Bogey came up with Mr. Figgins, he found that usually timid
personage with his back against a tree, doing battle with his canine
foes, who were making sad havoc with his Moslem garments.

"Bravo, Massa Figgins," cried Bogey, as he rushed in among the yelping
pack, "we soon get rid of dese heah."

With this he laid about him with such energy that the Turkish dogs,
utterly bewildered, dropped their ears, and tucking their tails between
their legs, slunk howling away, whilst the triumphant orphan
accompanied their flight with a lively tune on his flute.

Accompanied by Bogey, Mark Antony reached his quarters in safety.

He then promptly paid the price of his instrument, and at once set
himself steadily to practise, to the great horror of all in the house.

* * * *

A week passed. Then the following conversation took place between young
Jack Harkaway and his comrade Harry Girdwood.

"I say, old fellow, are you fond of music?"

"Well, it all depends what sort of music it is," Jack replied.

"What do you think of Figgins' instrumental performance?"

"Well, I think it's an awful row."

"So do I; but he doesn't seem to think so."

"No; he's always at it; all day long and half through the night; he'll
blow himself inside his flute if he goes on at this rate. I consider it
comes under the head of a nuisance."

"Most decidedly," said Jack, "and like other nuisances, must be put a
stop to."

"All right: let's send for him at once."

Bogey was summoned and dispatched with a polite message from young
Jack, that he would be glad to speak to him.

On receiving the message, he repaired at once to the room where Jack
and Harry Girdwood were located, preparing