126 THE OUTLAW 



Then he knew that it was a peregrine 

 falcon, and thrilling with the sight, took 

 a taxi-cab back to Fleet Street (he was 

 young and keen) and " wrote the story 

 up." 



His editor "liked" the idea, but demanded 

 that it should be rendered in what the 

 journalist thought was the most illiterate 

 English. The journalist and the editor 

 sneered at each other about prose for some 

 time : and the editor won. The illiterate 

 account was penned, mauled over by a sub- 

 editor, and finally displayed prominently 

 on the front page of his paper. But the 

 editor only leered when the journalist asked 

 for his taxi-cab fare. 



The falcon, leaving the woods near London 

 came once more. The woods were ten 

 miles from St. Paul's, and it took him eight 

 minutes to fly to the dome. 



His end was an epic one, and becomes 

 such a noble spirit. From what the journalist 



