The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-02-17
CHAPTER V.-contlnued.

| CfRP EH V.-Continued.
You'd find those thorns a whole lot
worse" muttered Blake.
ITO be sure; and Miss Leslie fully
appreciates your Kindness" interposed
Winthrope.
Il do indeed, Mr.. Blake! I'm sure
never could go through here without
your coat"
That's all right. Got the handker-
chief?"
Il put it in one of the pockets"
It'll do to tie up your hair"
Miss Leslie took the suggestion,
knotting the big square of linen over
her fluffy brown hair.
Blake waited only for her to draw
ont the kerchief before he began to
force a way through the Jungle. Now
and then he beat at the tangled vege
tation with his club. Though he held
to the line by which he had left the
thicket, yet all his efforts failed to
open an easy passage for the others.
| Many of the thorny branches sprang
back into place behind him, and as
| Miss Leslie, who was the first to fol
thorns pierced her delicate skin until
her hands were covered with blood.
Nor did Winthrope stumbling and hob
bling behind her, fare any better.
Twice he tripped headlong into the
brush, scratching his arms and face.
Blake took his own punishment as
a matter Of course, though his tougher
and thicker skin made his injuries less
painful. He advanced steadily along
the line of bent and broken twigs that
marked his outward passage, until ne
thicket opened on a strip of grassy
ground beneath a wild fig-tree.
by Jove!" exclaimed Winthrope,
"a banyan!"
'Banyan? Well, II that's British for
a daisy, you've hit It," responded
Blake. Just take squint up here.
How's that for roost?"
Winthrope and Miss Leslie stared up
! obviously at the edge of bed of
reeds gathered in the hollow of one of
junction with the main trunk of the
banyan. 20 feet above them.
''Will not the mosquitoes poster us
here among the trees?" objected Win
thrope.
storm must have blown 'em away.
haven't seen any yeti
There will be millions after sun
set"
Maybe; but bet they keep below
our roost."
''But how are we to get up so high?"
inquired Miss Leslie.
81 can swarm this drop root, and
I've creeper ready for you two" ex.
planned Blake.
Suiting action to words, he climbed
up the small trunk of the air root and
swung over into the hollow where he
had piled the reeds. Across the
broad limb dangled a rope-like creeper,
one end of which he had fastened to a
branch higher up. He flung down the
free end to Winthrope.
Look lively, Pat" he called. "The
suns most gone, and twilight don't
last all night in these parts. Get the
line around Miss Leslie, and do what
you can on a boost"
Il see; but, you know. the vine is
too stiff to tie"
Blake stifled an oaAh and jerked the
end of the creeper up into his hand.
When he threw it down again it was
looped around and fastened in a bow
line knot.
Now, Miss Leslie, get aboard and
Wen have you up in jffy," he said.
Are you sure you can lift me?"
asked the girl, as Winthrope slipped
the loop over her shoulders.
Blake laughed down at them. well,
guess yes! Once hoisted fellow out
of a 50-foot prospect hole--big fat
Dutchman at that. You don't weigh
over 800"
He had stretched out across the
broadest part of the branch. AS Miss
Leslie seated herself in the loop he
reached down and began to haul up on
the creeper, hand over hand Though
frightened by the novel manner of as.
cent the girl clung tightly to the line
above her head, and Blake had no diff |
ficulty in raising her until she swung
directly beneath him. Here, how
ever. he found himself in a quandary. !
The girl seemed as helpless as a child, |
and he was lying fiat How could he
left her above the level of the branch?
Take hold the other line he said. |
The girl hesltated. do you hear?
Grab 1t quick. and pull up hard If you
don't want tumhle!"
The girl seize- the part OF the |
creeper which Was fastened above and |
drew herself up with convulsve en-
ergy. Instantly Blake rose to his .
Knees, and grasping the taut creeper