The Columbus journal. (Columbus, Neb.) 1874-1911, 1909-06-30
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$50 you've got a little sand. too"
said Blake. almost good-naturedly.
Say, that's not 30 bad. Well call it
quits on the matches. Though how
you could go and throw them away
Deuce take 1t, man! How should l
know? I've never before been in a
wreck"
Neither have this kind. But I
tell you. we've got to keep our think
tanks going. It's guess If we see to-
morrow. and that's no joke. Now do
you wonder got hot?"
Indeed, no! I've been an 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.
$50; that's settled. I've got a hot
temper, but don't hold grudges. Now.
where're your fish,"
"I-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. 1 neve.
thought of the pools. l stopped tc
watch you, and then We were SO anx-
ious about you"
Blake grunted and turned on his
heel to wade into the half-drained pool
in whose midst he had been deposited
by the hurricane.
Two or three small fish lay family
wriggling ON the surface. AS Blake
sp!ashed through the water to seize
them his foot struck against living
body which foundered violently and
flashed a brilliant forked tail above the
muddy water. Blake sprang over the
Ash., (which was entangled in the
reeds, and with q kick flung 1t clear
out upon the ground.
"A coryphene!" cried Winthrope.
and he ran forward to stare at the
gorgeously colored prize.
"Coryphene!" repeated Blake. fol.
lowing his example. Good to eat?
Fine as salmon. This is only a
small one. but"
Fifteen pounds If an ounce!" cried
Blake, and he thrust his hand In his
pocket. There was a moments ST.
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the other staring in blank dismay.
whats up" he asked.
Lost my knife"
"When?-in the pool? If We felt
about"
mo; aboard ship. or in the surf"
Here is my knife"
Eyes; almos. big enough to white
| a match! Mine would have done us
some good"
1T is the best STEEL
"An right; let's see you cut up the
fish,
but you know, Blake, shouldn't
know how to 60 about it. l never did
such thing"
"And you, Miss Jenny? Girls are
supposed to know about cooking"
Il never cooked anything in all my
life. Mr.. Blake, and it's alive-and-
and am very thirsty. Mr.. Blake!'
Lord" commented Blake. Give
me that knife"
Though the blade was so small. the
Americans hand was strong. After
| some little haggling. the coryphene
was killed and dressed. Blake washed
| both it and his hands in the pool. and
began to cut slices of flesh from the
| fish's tail.
I'VE have no fire." WINTHROP re-
minded him. flushing at the word.
That's true" assented Blake. in a
cheerful tone. and he offered Win
thrope two of the pieces of raw mesh.
Here's your breakfast. The trimmed
piece is for Miss Leslie"
But it's raw! Really, I could not
think of eating raw fish. Could you.
Miss Leslie?"
Miss Leslie shuddered. "Oh. MOI
! and I'm so thirsty could not eat any
thing"
You bet you CAM" replied Blake.
Both of you take that fish and 90 to
chewing. It's the stuff to ease your
thirst while we look for water. Good
Lord!-in a week you'll be glad to eat
raw snake. Finnicky over clean hsh.
when you swallow canvas-back all but
raw, and beef running blood, and raw
oysters with their stomachs full Of dis
integrated animal matter. to put 1t
politely. You couldn't tell rattlesnake
broth from chicken. and dog makes
| first-rate vealEwhen you've got to eat
It. I've had It straight from them that
knows that over In France they eat
snails and fsh-worms. It's all q mat
| ter of custom or the style"
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