The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-02-04

she heTseIf mad been troubled the past
week with the depression and lassitude
which had preceded Winthrope's at
tack. If Blake was dead, and she
should fall ill before Winthrope recov-
cred, they would both die from lack of
care. And if they did not die of the
fever. what of their future, here on
this desOlate savage coast?
But the very keenness of her mental
anguish so exhausted and numbed the
girls brain that she at last fell into a
heavy sleep. The fire burned low, and
shadowy forms began to creep from
behind the bamboos and the trees and
rocks down the gorge. There was no
sound; but greedy. wolfish eyes
cleaned in the starlight.
Only the day before Blake had told
Miss Leslie to store the last rack of
cured meat inside the baobab. The
two sleepers lay between the fire and
the entrance to the hollow. Slowly
the embers of the fire died away into
gray ashes, and slowly the night
providers drew nearer. The boldest of
the pack crept close to Miss Leslie,
and, with teeth barred and back
bristling, shifted at the edge of her
skirt. Whether because of her heavy
breathing or the odor of the leopard
skin, the beast drew away, with an
uneasy whine.
There was a pause: then. backed
nv hroD nf hn oH,I
Winthrope He was still lying in the
death-like torpor, and he lacked the
protection which. in all likelihood. the
leopard skin had given Miss Leslie.
The cowardly brutes took him for
dead or dying. They shifted at him
from head to foot, and then. with a
feTocious outburst of snarls and yels,
flung themselves upon him.
Had it not CHANGED that Winthrope
was lying upon his side, with one arm
thrown up, he would have been fatally
wounded by the first sashing bites of
his assailants. The two which sought
to tear him were baffled by the thick
folds of Blake's coat, while their lead
er's slash at the victims throat was
barred by the appraised arm. With a
savage snap, the beasts jaws closed on
the arm, biting through to the bone. AT
the same instant the fourth jackal
tore ravenously at one of the out
stretched legs.
With a shrek of agony, Winthrope
started up from his torpor, and struck
out frantically in a fury of pain and
terror. Startled by the violence of
this unexpected resistance, the jack
ala leaped back-only to spring In
again as the remainder of the pack
made rush to forestall them.
Winthrope was staggering to his
feet, when the foremost brute leaped
upon him. He fell heavily against
one of the main supports of his bam-
boo canopy, and the entire structure
came down with a crash. Two of the
jaCkals, caught beneath the roof,
howled with fear as they sought to
free themselves. The others, with
brute dread of an unknown danger,
drew away, snarling and gnashing
their teeth.
Weakened by the first ferocious yelps
Of Winthrope's assailants, Miss Leslie
had started up and stared about in the
darkness. On all sides she could see
pairs of fiery eyes and dim forms like
the phantom creatures of nightmare.
Winthrope's shrek, instead of spur
ring her to action, only confused her
the more and benumbed her faculties.
She thought ii was his death cry, and
stood trembling, transiXed with
horror.
Then came the fall of the canopy
His cries as he sought to throw it off