The newspaper., 1909-08-13

following day. Unfortunately for him,
he was not content to sit idle. During
the night he had cut 4 bamboo fishing
pole and heightened Miss Leslie's line
of plated cocoanut-fber with q long
catgut leader. In the afternoon he
completed his OUTFIT with a hairpin
hook and a piece of half-dried meat.
He was back an hour earlier than
usual. and he brought with him .
dozen or more fair-sized fish. His
mouth was watering over the prospec-
tive feast. and Miss Leslie showed her
self hardly less eager for a change
from their monotonous diet. AS the
fish were already dressed. she raked
up the Goals and quickly contrived
grill OF green bamboos.
When the odor OF the broiling FISH
spread about in the still air. even Win
thrope shifted and turned over. while
Blake watched the crisping delicacies
with q ravenous look. Unable to re-
strain himself. he caught up the
smallest fish. half cooked. and bolted
1t down with such haste that he burnt
his mouth. lie ran over to the spring
for a drink. and Winthrope cackled
derisively.
Miss Leslie was too absorbed in her
cooking to observe the result Of
the nsh for the last time. and was
about to lift them on the FIRE. when
Blake came running back. and sent
grill and all flying with a violent kick.
Salt" he gasped-"where's the
salt7 I'm poisoned"
Poisoned"
Poison fish, Don't eat, Godl-
Where's the SALT
The girl stared at him. His agony
was so great that beads of sweat were
rolling down his face. He writhed. and
stretched out a quivering hand-"Salt.
quick,-warm water-salt,''
But there's none left, You remem-
Der. yesterday"
moment he sank down. overcome by
a racking convulsion. Then his Jaw
closed like . bulldogs. and gritting his
teeth with the effort. be staggered up
and rushed on down the cleft.
Stop, stop. Mr.. Blake, Where are
you going?" screamed the girl
She started TO run after him. but
was halted by an outburst Of delirious
laughter. Winthrope vas sitting up
right o1d waving his feyer-blotched
hands-~Hi. hi, look At i'm run, 'E's
got w'atll do for i'm, Run. you swine;
you"
There followed torrent Of cockney
abuse so foul that Miss Leslie blushed
scarlet with shame as she sought TO
quiet him. but the excitement had so
heightened his fever that he was in n
raving delirium. II was close upon
midnight before his temperature fell.
and he sank into death-like torpor.
In her ignorance. she supposed that he
had fallen asleep
Hef RELIEF was short-lived. for soon
she remembered Blake She could see
him lying side The pool or out on the
bare plrin his resolute eyes cold and
giassy his powerful body contorted in
the death agony. The vision filled her
with dismaY With all his coarseness.
the man had showed himself so re-
sourceful. SO indomitable, that when
she sought to dwell upon her reasons
TO fear him. she found herself admir-
ing his virile maniiness- He might be
brute. but he did not belong among
the jackals and hyenas. Indeed. as
she called to mind his strong face and
frank. blunt speech she all but disbe-
lieved what her own ears had heard.
And anyway. without his aid. what
should she dor winthrope had already
become as weak as child The
emaciation OF his jaundiced features
was a mockery OF their former plump
ness. Blake had said that the fever
might run on for another week. and
that even II Winthrope recovered. he
would probably be helpless for several
days besides.
What was no less serious though
she had concealed the fact from Blake.
she herself had been troubled the past
week with the depression and lassitude
which had preceded winthrope's at
tack. II Blake was dead, and she
should fall Ill before winthrope recov.
cred. they would both die from lack OF
care. And IL they did not die OF the
fever. what of their future. here on
this desolate savage coast?
But the very keenness OF her mental
anguish so exhausted and numbed the
girls brain that she at last fell into n
heavy sleep. The fire burned low. and
shadowy forms began to creep from
behind the bamboos and the trees and