Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1909-10-14

you have. Dammit! why couldn't you
tell me before?"
1T did not feel so painful In the
water"
81 helped the best l could" inter-
posed Miss Leslie. Il think If you
could get Mr.. Winthrope a crutch-"
"Crutch" growled Blake. How
| long do you think 1t would take me to
wade through the mud? And look at
that cloud! We're in for a squall.
| Here!"
| He handed the girl the smaller
string of cocoanuts, flung the other up
the beach and stopped for Winthrope
| to mount his back. He then started
off along the beach at a sharp trot.
Miss Leslie followed as best she
| could, the heavy cocoanuts swinging
about with every step and bruising her
tender body
The wind was coming faster than
Blake had calculated. Before they had
run 200 PAGES they heard the roar of
rain-lashed water, and the squall
struck them with a force that almost
| overthrew the girl. With the wind
came torrents of rain that drove
through their thickest garments and
| drenched them to the skin within the
first half-minute.
| Blake slackened his pace to a walk
and plodded sullenly along beneath
| the driving downpour. He kept to the
lower edge of the beach, where the
sand was firmest, for the force of the
falling deluge beat down the waves
and held in check the breakers which
the wind sought to roll up the beach.
The rain storm was at it's height
when they reached the foot of the
cliffs. The gray rock lowered above
| them 80 or 40 feet high. Blake de-
posted Winthrope upon wet ledge
and Strengthened up to scan the head
land Here and there ledges ran more
than halfway up the rocky wall; in
other places the crest was notched by
deep clefts; but nowhere within sight
did either offer a continuous path to
the summit. Blake grunted with dis
gust.
It'd take fire ladder to get up this
| side," he said. well have to try
the other, if we can get around the
point. I'm going on ahead. You can
!, follow, after Pat has rested his ankle.
Keep a sharp eye out for anything in
the flint line-quartz or agate. That
means fire. Another thing, when this
rain blows over, don't let your clothes
dry on you. I've got my hands full
enough without having to nurse you
through malarial fever. Don't forget
the cocoanuts, and if 1 don't show up
by noon save me some"
He stopped to drink from a pool In
the rock which was overnowing with
the cool, pure rainwater, and started
off at his sharpest pace. Winthrope
and Miss Leslie, seated side by side
in dripping misery, watched him swing
away through the rain without energy
enough to call out parting word.
Beneath the cliff the sand beach
was succeeded by a talus Of rocky
debris which in places sloped up from
the water 10 or is feet. The lower
part of the slope consisted of powders
and water-worn stones, over which the
surf, reinforced by the rising tide.
was beginning to break with an angry
roar.
Blake picked his way quickly over
the smaller stones near the top of the
slope, now and then bending to snatch
up fragment that seemed to differ
from the others. Finding nothing but
limestone he soon turned his atten-
tion solely to the passage around the
headland. Here he had expected to
find the surf much heavier. But the
shore was protected by double line
of reefs, so close in that channel be.
tween did not show a whitecap. This
was fortunate, since in places the talus
here sank down almost to the level Of
low tide. Even moderate surf would
have rendered farther progress i'm
practicable.
Another 100 PAGES brought Blake to
the second corner of the cliff, which
jutted out in a little point. He clam
bered around it and stopped to sur
vey the coast beyond. Within the last
few minutes the squall had blown
over and the rain began to moderate
it's downpour. The sun, bursting
through the clouds, told that the
storm was almost past and its food
of direct light cleared the view.
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