The newspaper., 1909-06-25

SYNOPSIS.


Lord Winthrope. an Englishman. and Tom
Blake. n brusque American. were passen-
gers. The three were tossed upon an un-
Inhabited island and were the only ones
not drowned. Blake recovered from a
drunken stupor.
CHAPTER 11.-Blake. Stunned on the
boat, because of his roughness; became
q hero as preservers of the helpless pair.
The Engiishman was suing for the hand
Of Miss Leslie. Blake started to swim
back to the ship to recover what was
CHAPTER II.-Blalxe returned safely.
Winthrope wasted his last match on
cigarette. for which he was scored by
Blake. Their first meal was dead fish
At first his throat was so dry that
he could no more than rinse his mouth
With the first swallow his swollen
tongue Knocked him with the salt.
bitter taste OF sea-water. The tide
was flowing. He rose. sputtering and
choking and gasping He stared
around. There was no question that
he was on the bank of a river and
would be certain OF fresh water with
the ebb tide. But could he endure the
agony OF his thirst all those hours7
He thought OF his companions.
Good Cod" he groaned. they're
goners. anyway"
He stared DULY mp the river at the
thousands of waterfowl which lined It's
banks. Within close view were herons
and black ibises. geese. pelicans. fla
mingoes, and n dozen other species OF
birds OF which he did not know the
names. But he sat as though in a
stupor. and did not move even when
one OF the driftwood logs on q mud
shoal few yards upstream opened
rows OF hooked fangs. II was other
wise when the noontime stiffness. was
broken by a violent splashing and
loud snortings downstream. He
glanced about and saw six or eight
monstrous heads drifting towards
him with the tide.
What in whee, q whole herd of
hippos,- he mu,tered. That's what
the holes mean
The foremost hippopotamus was
headed directly for him. He glared
at the huge head with sullen resent
ment- For all his stupor he perceived
at once that the beast Intended to
land: and he sat In the middle OF its
accustomed path. His FIRST impulse
was to spring up and yell at the crea.
that q white hunter had recently been
KILLED by these beasts on one OF the
South African lakes. Instead of leap
ing up he sank down almost fat and
crawied back around the turn in the
path Once certain that he was hid
den from the beasts he rose 10 his
feet and hastened back through the
jungle.
He was almost in view Of the spot
where he had left winthrope and Miss
Leslie. when he stopped and stood
hesitating.
Il can't do H." he muttered: Il can't
tell her-poor girl"
He turned and pushed into the
thicket Forcing a way through the
tanrle OF thorny shrubs and creepcrs
until several yards from the path he
began to edge towards the face OF the
jungle. that he might peer out at his
companions unseen by them.
There was more OF the thicket be-
fore him than he had thought. and he
was still fighting his way through II
when he was brought to stand by
peculiar cry that might have been the
bleat OF young lamb: "Ba-ba,"
What's that7" he croaked.
He stood listening. and in n moment
he again heard the cry. this time more
distinctly: "Blak,-Biaki"
There could be no mistake. 1t was
winthrope calling for him. and call
ing with n clearness of voice that
would have been physically impossible
half an hour since. Blake's sunken
eyes lighted with hope. He burst
through the last screen OF jungle and
stared towards the palm under which
he had left his companions. They
were not there.
Another call from Winthrope d.
rected his gaze more seaward. The
two were seated beside fallen palm.
and Miss Leslie had a large round OBJ
ject raised to her lips. Winthrop was
waving to him.
"Cocoanuts," he yelled. Come oni"
Three OF the palms had been over
thrown by the hurricane, and when
Blake came up he found the ground
strewn with nuts. He seized the first
he came to; but Winthrope held out
one already opened. He snatched II
from him and placed the hole to his
swollen lips Never had champagne
tasted half so delicious MS that cocoa
nut milk. Before he could drain the
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