The Falls City tribune., 1908-12-11
Light your cigaretts-Tight IT. DAM

Needless of Blake's warning cry,
WINTHROP had struck his last yesta,
and now. angry and b~ewlldered, he
stood staring while the little taper
burned itself out. With an oath, Blake
sprang 10 catch it as 1t dropped from
between Winthrope's fingers. But he
was TOO far away. 1t fell among the
damp rushes. spluttered. and lared
out.
For a moment Blake knelt. staring
at the rnshes as though stnpefied,
then he sprang up before Winthrope,
his bronzed face purple with anger.
where's your matchbox Got any
more?" he demanded.
Last one. | faney-yes, last one,
and there are still two cigarettes. But
look here, Blake, | can't tolerate your
talking so deucedly-,
You idiot, you-you- He'll! and
every one for cigarettes"
From a growl Blake's voice burst
into a roar of fury, and sprang upon
Winthrope like a wild beast. His
hands closed upon the E~nglishman's
throat, and he began to shake him
about, paying no heed to the blows
his victim showered upon his face and
body, blows which soon began to les
sen in force.
Terror-stricken, Miss Leslie put her
hands oye her eyes, and began to
scream-the piercing shrek that will
unnerye the strongest a Blake
r,asrol - fhn,,o1 - a,p3xa1 apJ Nc tho
ha~lf-suffocated Englishman struggled
in his grasp, he flung him on the
ground and turned to the screaming
girl.
Stop hat squawling," he said. The
girl cowed down. so; that's better.
Next time keep your mouth shut"
"You-you brute!'
Good! You've got a little spunk,
eh?"
You coward-to attack a man not
half your strength
STEADY, steady, young lady! I'm
warm enough yet; I've still half a
mind to wiring his fool neck"
But why should you be SO angry?
What has he done, that you"
'Why-why? Lord, what hasn't he
done? This coast fairly swarms with
beasts. We've not the smell of a CUR
and now this idiot-this dough-head-
has gone and thrown away our only
chance-fire-and OH his measly ciga-
rettes," Blake choked with returning
rage.
Winthrope, still painting for breath,
began to creep away, at the same time
unclasping a small %penknife. He was
white with fear; but his gray eyes
seer other than extensively supercili-
- glinted in a manner that
served to alter the Americans mood.
"Thatll do" he said. Come here
and show me that knife"
"Ill show it you where 1t will do the
most good" muttered Winthrope, ris-
ing hastily to repel the expected at
tack.
$50 you've got a little sand, too"
said Blake, almost good-naturedly.
Say, that's not so bad. Well call 1t
quits on the matches. Though how
you could go and throw them away
Deuce take it, man. How should
know? I've never before been in a
wreck"
Neither have this kind. But
tell you, we've got to keep our think
tanks going. It's a guess II we see to-
morrow, and that's no joke. Now do
you wonder | got hot"
Indeed, no! I've been al ass, and
here's my hand to it-if you really
mean it's quits"
Its quits all right, long as you
don't run out of sand" responded
Blake, and he gripped the others soft
hand until the Englishman WINGED.
so; that's settled. I've got a hot
temper, but l don't hold grudges. Now,
where're your fish"
well, they were all spoiled"
Spoiled?
The sun had shriveled them"
And you call that spoiled. We're
like to eat them rotten before we're
through with this picnic. How about
the pools?"
Pools? Do you know, Blake. | never