The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1908-12-03
fancy that. instead of wasting

ship. backed by Lady Bayrose and the
captain, he had goaded the American
at pleasure. Now, however. the sit
uation was reversed. Both title and
! authority had been swept away by
ne storm, and he was left to shift for
himself against the man who had
every reason to hate him for his over
bearing insolence. Worse still. both
ne and Miss Leslie were now Deepen
dent upon the American, in all prob
ability for life itself. 1t was a bitter
pill and hard to swallow.
Blake was not slow to observe the
Englishman's hesitancy. He grinned
Every dog has his day, and guess
this Is mine," he said Take your
time, if it comes hard | can imagine
it's pretty stiff dose for your ludship.
But why in-why in frozen hades an
American lady should object to an in
PRODUCTION to a countryman who's 60
ing to do his level best to save her
pretty little self from the hyenas-
well, it beats me-"
Winthrope flushed redder than the
girl
Miss Leslie, Mr.. Blake" he muir
INJURED, hoping to put an end to the
situation.
But yet Blake persisted. He bowed,
| openly eXultant.
You see, miss" he said. 81 know the
correct thing quite as much as your
Swells | knew all along you were
Jenny Leslie. | ran survey for your
dear papa when he was manipulating
the Q. T. railroad, and he did me out
of my pay"
oh, but Mr.. Blake, am sure it
must be a mistake; | am sure that if
it is explained to papa"
Yes; we'll cable papa tonight.
Meantime, we've something else to do
Suppose you two get hustle on your
selves, and scrape up something to
eat. I'm going out to see what's left
of that blamed old tub"
Surely you'll not venture to swim
out so fart" protested Winthrope 81
saw the steamer sink as we cast off"
Looks like mast sticking up out
there. Maybe some of the rigging is
loose"
But the sharks. These waters
swarm with the vile creatures. You
must not risk your life"
Cause why? If | do, the babes in
the woods will be left without even
the robins to cover them, poor things,
But cheer up!-maybe the mud-hens
will do it with lovely water-llies."
Please, Mr.. Blake, do not be so
cruel sobbed Miss Leslie, her tears
starting afresh The sun makes my
head ache dreadfully, and / have no
hat or shade, and I'm becoming so
thirsty
And YOU think you've only to wait,
and half a dozen stewards will come
running with parasols and ice water.
Neither you nor Winthrope seem to
We got your eyes open. Just suppose
YOU get busy and do sometime. Win
thrope, chase yourself over the mud.
and get together a mess of fish that
are not too dead. Must be dozens, aft
the blow. AS for you. Miss Jenny, l
guess you can pick up some reeds and
rig headgear out of this handker-
chief Wait a moment. Put on my
coat, if You don't want to be broiled
alive through the holes of that peek-a-
boo"
But I say, Blake" began Win
thrope.
Don't say-do." reioined Blake:
and he started down the muddy shore.
Though the tide was at flood. there
was now no cyclone to drive the sea
above the beach, and Blake walked a
quarter Of mile before he reached
the waters edge. There was little
surf, and he paused only a few mo-
ments to peer out across the low
swells before he commenced to strip
Winthrope and Miss Leslie had been
watching his movements; now the
girl rose in a little furry of haste,
and set to gathering reeds. WINTHROP
would have spoken, but, seeing her
embarrassment, smiled to himself, and
began strolling about in search of fish.
1t was no difficult search The
marshy ground was strewn with dead
seacreatures, many of which were al
ready shriveling and drying in the
sun. Some of the fish had a familiar
look, and Winthrope turned them over
with the tip of his shoe. He even
went so far as 10 stoop to pick up a
large mullet; but shrank back, re-
pulsed by its stiffness and the unnat,
ural shape into which the sun was
warping it.
He found himself near the beach,
and stood for half an hour or more
watching the black dot far out in the
waterfall that was to be seen of
Blake. The American, after wading
off-shore another quarter of a mile,
had reached swimming depth, and was
heading out among the reefs with
steady, vigorous strokes. Half a mile
or so beyond him Winthrope could
now make out the goal for which he
was aiming-the one remaining top
mast of the steamer.
by Jove, these waters are full of
sharks!' murmured Winthrope, star
ing at the steadily receding dot until
1t disappeared behind the wall of surf
which spumed up over one of the outer
reefs.
A call from Miss Leslie interrupted
his watch, and he fastened to reioin
her. After several failures, she had