The Irish standard., 1903-03-28
Es KIDNAPPED
MILLIONAIRES
A Tale of Wall Street
and the Tropics <& @
By FREDERICK u. ADAMS
Copyright, 1901, by Lothrop Publishing Company.
All rights reserved
CHAPTER NVI.-CoSr1S,rEp.

Hat slab of sandstone was lean,
1.-the. dun-colorcd beast. He looked
and acted like Il big cat. When Sid
ney approached the large round head
was lowered over the edge of the
rock, and the animal was intently
watching Mr.. Kent and the deer.
A moment later he rose to his feet,
stretched out his neck, and emitted
half-yawn and hulf-growl. Sidney
brought the rifle to his shoulder.
The beast snarled and poised for
leap to the ground below. The
shot rang out. The big cat turned
his head like flash and bit at his
shoulder as if a bee had stung him.
He gave roar, leaped into the air
and fell in q heap at the bottom of
the rocks. Sidney advanced toward
him slowly. but no caution was nee
essary. The mountain lion was
dead.
ut seemed a shame to kill him."
said Sidney, rs he lifted one of his
big paws. "lIe looked fine on that
rock"
"He didn't look so blamed fine to
me-" said Mr. Kent.
1t was noon. and although the sun
was warm, Sidney was reluctant to
return to the bungalow without
making one more attempt to penc-
trate the jungle to the west, and if
possible reach the crest of the hills
which could be seen beyond. He i'm
agined that from that point of van
tage it would be possible to deter
mine the approximate shape of the
island, and hoped to identify it by
comparison with those islands
shown on the maps which he had
found in the books of the bungalow
library. They therefore decided to
satisfy their hunger with bananas
and pawpaws. They found the lat
ter very refreshing. Sidney knocked
two from a tree. They were the size
of small pumpkin, and the flavor
was much the same as that of u nut
meg muskmelon. These, with fresh
water from spring, were sufficient
to stay their hunger.
"This is the first Robinson Crusoe
meal we have had" said Mr.. Kent.
"There is not much of the romantic
in my disposition, but I rather like
this sort of thing for change. But
only for change. I would rather be
cast away in a bungalow with cleo
trio fans and cooking range, than
on desert reef with shotgun and
a naked savage. 10 my mind, old
Robinson Crusoe was in mighty hard
luck"
1t would not do to leave the deer
behind; there being no place to hide
it where wild animals could not reach
the carcass, and it was agreed that
Mr.. Kent should guard his trophy
and attempt to shoot some grouse,
quail or other game, while Sidney
completed the search for an outlet
through the jungle. Mr.. Kent said
he would take chances with shot
gun, and agreed to fire twice in rapid
succession if he needed assistance.
Sidney started for the cliffs and
promised to return within two or
three hours.
He scaled the rocks and again
stood on the height overlooking the
valley. The bluff extended far as he
could see, but as Sidney continued
south he found that it gradually de-
creased in height Until it finally came
to the level of the park" The
edge of the jungle was irregular,
but at no place was he able to pcnc-
tratc it Il distance exceeding 200
yards from The edge Of the cliffs.
Gradually he worked to the east.
Here the jungle was not so thick,
but yet ii was impossible to force
a way through il.
Thus Sidney toilcd along At times
he saw deer. and could easily have
shot them. for they were absolutely
fearless, and seemed devourcd by
curiosity. He was startled once by
the sound of a Swapping twig be-
hind him, and turned only to see n
splendid spotted deer not two rods
distant. Sidney threw up his hands
and "shooed" him away. the buck
ran few yards and stopped, but
did not follow up his study of human
species.
Suddenly Sidney came upon the
reservoir. He had made the circuit
of all that part of the park south
Of the brook. 1t did not take long
to complete the survey of the re-
naming portion. The "park" was
an island in jungle, which would
yield passage only to an AK. He
rejoined Mr.. Kent, who proudly ex-
hibited an assortment of game,
which spoke well for his marksman-
ship. He had several grouse and
three splendid pheasants.
Sidney told what he had learned,
and they started for the bungalow.
The birds were strung across the
back of the deer. 1t was heavy
load and they took frequent rests.
With faces and hands scratched, and
necks and cheeks sunburned, they
reached the bungalow about five
o'clock in the afternoon.
The colony was in furor of ex-
citement. Mr.. Pence was in great
peril! In fact. he might be dead!
Mr.. Rockwell hurriedly explained
what had happened as he ran with
Sidney and Mr.. Kent to the stone
pier, where Mr.. Carmody and others
were launching a raft which had been
constructed in great haste. Mr..
Pence announced, when he reluctant
ly started along the beach. that he
would not remain away later than
noon. He said he might be back
sooner, since the chances were that
the tide would rise so hirh MS to