The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-02-11

just awakened" she replied, still in
tent on her pouring.
And you'd kill him with that slop!
Hesye it over. He's going to have beef
Juice"
oh. what's that on your back?
You've killed an antelope"
Sure! Bushbuck, l guess they call
him. Sneaked up when he was drink
ing, and stuck an arrow into his de-
He jumped of little way. and turned
to see what'd bit him. l hauled off
and put the second arrow right through
his eye into his brain Neatest thing
You ever saw"
You surely are becoming a splendid
archer"
Yes; Jim dandy! I could do it
again about once in 10000 shots. All
the same, I've rsked in this peacherino.
Trot out your grill and we'll have
something fit to eat
You spoke of beef juice"
I've a dozen steaks ready TO broil
Slap EN- on the fire and I'll squeeze
out enough juice with my fist to do
Win for tonight"
He made good his assertion. using
several Of the steaks, which, having
lost less than half their juices in the
process, were eaten with great relish
by Miss Leslie and himself.
WINTHROP. after drinking the stimu-
lating beef juice and a quantity Of hot
water, turned over and fell asleep
again while Blake was dressing his
wounds None of these was serious of
itself; but Blake knew the danger of
infection in the tropics and carefully
washed out the gashes before applying
the tallow salve which Miss Leslie
had tried out from the antelope fat.
The dressing was completed BY
torchlight. Blake then rolled the
sleeper into comfortable position,
took the torch from Miss Leslie. and
left the cave, psusing at the entrance
to mutter a gruff goodnight. The girl
lnucmured a response, but watched
him anxiously as he passed out A
step beyond the entrance he paused
and turned again. In the red glare
of TIE torch his face took on an ex-
preston that filled her with fright.
Shrouded by the gloom of the hollow.
she drew back to her bed, and without
turning her eyes away from him,
CROPPED for one of her bamboo stakes.
But before she could arm herself,
she saw Blake stoop over and grasp
with his free hand the mass of inter-
woven bambOOs. He Strengthened him
self, and the framework swung lightly
up and over. until It stood on end
across the cave entrance. The girl
stole around and peered out at him He
had spread open the antelope skin, and
was beginning to slice the meat for
drying. Though his forehead was fur
rowed his expression was by no
means sinister. Relieved at the
thought that the light must have de-
ceived her, she returned to her bed
and was soon sleeping as soundly as
WINTHROP.
Blake strung the greater part Of the
meat on the drying racks, built a
smudge fire beneath, and stretched the
antelope skin on a frame. This done,
he took his club and a small piece of
bloody meat, and walked stealthily
down the cleft to the barricade. Quiet
as was his approach, it was met by
warning yelp on the farther side Of the
thorny wall, and he could hear the
scurry of fleeing animals.
He kept on until the barricade
doomed up before him in the starlight.
From cliff to cliff the wall now
stretched across the gorge without
hole or gap. But Blake grasped the
trunk Of young dste-palm which
projected from the barricade near the
bottom, and pushed it out. The dis
placement of the spiky fronds disclosed