Charlevoix county herald., 1909-06-12

began to creep away, at the same time
unclasping small penknife. He was
white with fear; but his gray eyes
seen other than extensively supercili-
ous-now glinted in manner that
served to alter the Americans mood.
"Thatll do he said. Come here
and show me that knife"
"I'Il show it you where it will do the
most good muttered Winthrope, ris-
ing hastily to repel the expected at
tack.
so you've got q little sand, too"
said Blake, almost good-naturedly.
Say, that's not so bad. Well call it
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
wreck"
Neither have this kind. But
tell you, we've got to keep our think
tanks going. It's a 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 tiff 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.
80; that's settled. I've got 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, never
thought of the pools. 1 stopped to
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
splashed through the water to seize
them his foot struck against living
body which floundered violently and
flashed brilliant forked tail above the
muddy water Blake sprang over the
fish, which was entangled in the
reeds, and with a kick flung it 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
small one, but"
Fifteen pounds if an ounce!" cried
Blake, and he thrust his hand in his
pocket. There was a moments ST
lence, and WINTHROP. glancing up, saw
the other staring in blank dismay.
What's up?" he asked.
Lost my knife"
when? Pin the pool? II we felt
about"
NO; aboard ship, or in the surf"
Here is my knife"
Eyes; almost big enough to whittle
a match! Mine would have done us
some good"
ut is the best steel"
"All right; let's see you cut up the
fish,"
"But you know. Blake, shouldn't
know how to go about it. 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 l 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 il and his hands in the pool, and
began to cut slices of flesh from the
fish's tail.
1--WE 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 flesh.
Here's your breakfast. The trimmed
piece is for Miss Leslie"
But it's raw! Really, could not
think OF eating raw fish. Could you,
Miss Leslie?"
Miss Leslie shuddered ooh, mol
and I'm so thirsty could not eat any
ching"
You bet you cant" replied Blake.
Both OF you take that fish and go to
chewing. It's the stuff to ease your
thirst while we look for water. Good
Lord!-in week you'll be glad to eat
raw snake. Finnicky over clean fish,
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 IL
politely. You couldn't tell rattlesnake
broth from chicken, and dog makes
first-rate veal-when you've got to eat
It. I've had it straight from them that
kpowo that nvar IN France fhav aat