The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1908-12-24

That's no lie. Now for our coyotes.
Where's my club?"
They've all left" said Winthrope.
peering down 4 can see the ground
clearly, and there is not a sign of the
beasts"
There are the bOnes-what's left of
them, added Blake. ITS a small deer.
/ suppose. Well, here goes"
He threw down his club and dropped
the loose end of the creeper after it,
As the line Strengthened he twisted the
upper part around his leg and was
about to slide to the ground when he
remembered Miss Leslie
Think you can make it alone?" he
asked.
The girl held up her hands. sore and
swollen from the decorations OF the
thorns. Blake looked at them,
frowned, and turned to Winthrope.
I'm, you sot it, too and in the
face" he grunted "Hows your
ankle?"
WINTHROP wriggled his foot about
and felt the injured ankle.
Il fancy it is much better" he an
swered. There seems to be no swell
ing. and there is no pain now"
That's lucky; though it will tune
up later. Take a slide, now. We've
got to hustle our breakfast and find
a way to get over the river
How wide is it?" inquired Win
thrope, gazing at his swollen hands.
About 300 yards at high tide May
be narrower at ebb."
Gould you not build a raft?" sug-
gested Miss Leslie.
Blake smiled at her simplicity. why
not a boat? We've got a penknife,"
We'll, then can swim"
Bully for you, Guess. though, we'll
try something else The river is chuck
full of alligators What you waiting
for, Pat? We haven't got all day to
fool around here"
WinthrOpe twisted the creeper about
his leg and slid to the ground, doing
all he could to favor his hands. He
found that he could walk without pain.
and at once stepped over beside
Blakes club glancing nervously
around at the jungle.
Blake jerked up the end of the
creeper, and passed the loop about
Miss Leslie. Before she had time to
become frightened he swung her over
and lowered her TO the ground lightly
as a feather. He followed. hand under
hand. and stood for a moment beside
her staring at the dew-dTipping foil
age of the jungle Then the remains
of the nights quarry caught his eye,
and he walked over to examine them.
Say, Pat" he called, these don't
look like deer bones. I'd say-yes;
there's the feet-it's a pig"
Any tusks?" demanded Winthrope.
Miss Leslie looked away. a heap of
bones, however Clearly gnawed. is not
a pleasant sight The skull of the
animal seemed to be missing; but
Blake stumbled upon it in a tuft of
grass and kicked it out upon the open
ground, Every shred of hide and
gristle had been gnawed from it by the
j&ckals: YET il there had been any
doubt as TO the creatures identity
there was evidence to spare in the say
age tusks which projected from the
jaws.
Jerusalem observed Blake: this
old boar must have been something
Of a scrapper his own self"
In India they have been known to
XIII a tiger Can you knock out the
tusks9"
What for?"
We'll you said we had nothing for
arrow points"
Good boy! Wen cinch them and
ask questions later"
A few blows with the club loosened
the tusks Blake handed them over to
Winthrope, together with the whisky
flask, and led the way to the half
broken patch through the thicket. A
free use of his club made the path a
little more worthy OF the name, and
as there was less need OF haste than
on the previous evening, Winthrope
and Miss Leslie came through with
only few fresh scratches. Once on
open ground again, they soon gained
the fallen palms.
At a word from Blake, Miss Leslie
FASTENED to fetch nuts for Winthrope
to husk and open. Blake, who had
plucked three leaves from fan palm
near the edge of the jungle, began TO
split long shreds from one of the
huge leaves of cocoanut palm. This
gave him a quantity of coarse, stiff
fiber. part of which he twisted in a
cord and used to tie one of the leaves
OF the fan palm over her head
"Hows that for a bonnet?" he de-
manded
The improyised head-gear bore so
erotesque a resemblance to a recent
type of picture hat that Winthrope
could not repress a derisiye laugh
Miss Leslie, however, examined the
hat and gave her opinion without a
sign of amusement. Il think it is
splendid Mr.. Blake. II we must go
out in the sun again, it is just the thing
to protect one"
Yes. Here's two more I've liked for
you. Ready yet, Winthrope?"
The Englishman nodded, and the
three sat down to their third feast of
cocoanuts. They were hungry enough