The newspaper., 1909-07-02

ana get our snare OF the game"
Would it not be very dangerous
Mr.. Blake?" asked Miss Leslie. What
a fearful noise!"
I've chased coyotes off calf with a
rope: but that's not the proposition.
You don't find me fooling around in
that sewer gas of a fog. Well roost
right where we are till the sun does
for It. We've got enough malaria in
us already"
viii 1t be long, Blake?" asked Win
thrope.
Huh? Getting hungry this quick ?
Wait till you've tramped around a
week. with nothing to eat but your
shoes
Surely, Mr.. Blake. It will not be so
bad," protested Miss Leslie.
Sorry, Miss Jenny; but cocoanut
palms don't blow over every day. and
when those nuts are gone what are we
going to do for the next meal?"
Gould we not make bows" sug-
gested winthrope. There seems to
be no end of game about"
"Bows-and arrows without points.
Neither OF us could hit a barn door.
anyway"
We could practice"
"Sure-six weeks training on air
pudding can do better with hand
full OF stones"
Then we should 20 at once to the
cliffs" said Miss Leslie.
Now you're talking-and it's Pike
Peak or bust for ours. Here's one
s8k 80 ha krH# 1a .
many more IL We don't get fire. It's
nints we're after now"
Gould We not make FIRE by rubbing
sticks?" said Winthrope. recalling his
suggestion OF the previous morning.
I've heard that natives have no
trouble"
"So've I. and what's more. I've seen
'em do II. Never could make a go OF
II myself. though"
But II you remember how it is
done we have at least some chance
Give you ten to one odds, No: well
scratch around for flint good and
plenty before we waste time that
way"
1.-The mist is going observed Miss
Leslie.
That's no lie. Now for our coyotes.
Where's my club"
They've all left" said Winthrope
peering down. Il 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 s;raightened he twisted the
upper part around his leg and was
about to slide to the ground when be
remembered Miss Leslie.
Think you can make ii alone" he
asked.
The girl held up her hands. sore and
thorns. Blake looked at them
frowned. and turned to winthrope.
"um. you got it. too. and in the
face" he grunted. "How's your
ankle-'
Winihrope wriggled his foot about
and felt the injured ankle.
Il fancy It is much better" he an
ing. and there is no pain now"
That's lucky: though II will tune
up later. Take a side. now. We've
got to hustle our breakfast and find
n 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 raft." sug
gested Miss Leslie.
Blake smiled at her simplicity. why
not boat7 We've got a penknife.
Well. then, | can swim"
Bully for you Guess. though. wei
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. doine
all he could to favor his hands. He
found that he could walk without pain
and at once stepped over beside
BIake's club. glancing nervously
around st the jungle.
Blake jerked up the end of the
creeper. and passed the loop abou;
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 n moment beside