CHAPTER XXVII

MORE CONCERNING ONE, RUPERT BELLAMY, A CONQUERING HERO The Conquering Hero, seeing the enemy in full retreat, picked up his sorry hat and began to smooth its weather-beaten nap very tenderly with ragged elbow, whistling soft but cheerily the while; him Sir Marmaduke now approached with his stateliest air. "Pray, sir," he enquired, "to whom are our thanks due?" The Conquering Hero bowed with a flourish of shabby hat; quoth he: "To no one in particular, sir, who being on his way to anywhere you please, heard this lad…