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XII. HOW WE EXCHANGE SHOTS WITH THE PIRATE
XIII. OF THE ADVANTAGES OF BEING WOUNDED
XIV. A CLOUD APPEARS ON LOVE'S HORIZON
XV. A CLUE AT LAST
XVI. I COMMIT A BURGLARY
XVII. STORM
XVIII. IN WHICH THE PIRATE APPEARS IN A FROLICSOME HUMOUR
XIX. A HOT SCENT
XX. RELATES HOW THE PIRATE HOLDS UP AN AUGUST PERSONAGE
XXI. WE PLAN AN AMBUSH
XXII. GONE AWAY
XXIII. SAVED
XXIV. REVELATIONS
CHAPTER I
MAINLY ABOUT MYSELF
OF course every one has heard of the Motor Pirate. No one indeed could help doing so unless he or she, as the case may be, happened to be in some part of the world where newspapers never penetrate; since for months his doings were the theme of every gossip in the country, and his exploits have filled columns of every newspaper from the moment of his first appearance until the day when the reign of terror he had inaugurated upon the roads ended as suddenly and as sensationally as it had begun. Who the owner of the pirate car was? Whence he came? Whither he went? These are questions which have exercised minds innumerable; but though there have been nearly as many theories propounded as there were brains at work propounding them, so far no informed account of the man or his methods has been made public.
Nearly twelve months have now elapsed since he was last heard of, and already a number of myths have grown up about his mysterious personality. For instance, it is not true, as I saw asserted in a sensational evening paper the other day, that the Motor Pirate was in the habit of abducting every young and attractive woman who happened to be travelling in any of the cars he held up. On only one occasion did he abduct a lady, and in that case there were special circumstances with which the public have never been made acquainted. His deeds were quite black enough without further blackening with printer