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A STRANGE VISITOR.
The McIntyre family was seated at breakfast on the morning which followed the first visit of Raffles Haw, when they were surprised to hear the buzz and hum of a multitude of voices in the village street.
Nearer and nearer came the tumult, and then, of a sudden, two maddened horses reared themselves up on the other side of the garden hedge, prancing and pawing, with ears laid back and eyes ever glancing at some horror behind them.

Two men hung shouting to their bridles, while a third came rushing up the curved gravel path.

Before the McIntyres could realise the situation, their maid, Mary, darted into the sitting-room with terror in her round freckled face: "If you please, miss," she screamed, "your tiger has arrove." "Good heavens!" cried Robert, rushing to the door with his half-filled teacup in his hand.

"This is too much.