The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1910-04-05
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same, guess Wen be ready for caller.
tonight"
'How's that?"
Show you later. Pat, me by. Nov
trot out some nuts. Well feed before
We move camp"
Miss Leslie is still sleeping
lime, then, to roust her out. Hey.
MISS Jenny, turn out! Time to chew
Miss Leslie sat up and gazed AROUND
In bewilderment
It's all right Miss Genevieye." r.
assured Winthrope. Blake has found
safe place for the night, and ~
wishes US to eat before we leave here.
Save Juggling the grub" added
Blake. Get busy, Pat"
As Winthrope caught up q nut the
girl began to arrange her disorderea
hair and dress with the deft and grace
ful movements of woman thoroughly
trained in the art of self-adornment.
There was admiration in Blake's deem
eyes as he watched her dainty preen-
ing She was not beautiful girl-at
present she could hardly be termed
pretty; yet even in her draggled, mud
dy dress she retained all the subtle
charms of culture which appeal 30
strongly to man. Blake was sub
dued. His feelings even carried him
so far as an attempt at formal polite
ness when they had finished their
meal.
Now. Miss Leslie" he began, ITS
little more than half an hour to sun
down; so, If you please, If you're ready.
we'd best be starting"
Is 1t far!"
Not so very But we've got to
chase through the Jungle. Are you
sure you're quite ready?"
Quite, thank you. But how about
Mr. Winthrope's ankle?'
He'll ride as far as the trees I
can't squeeze through with him,
though"
Il shall walk all the way" put in
Winthrope.
NO. you won't Climb aboard" re-
piled Blake, and catching up hts club
he stopped for Winthrope to mount hin
back As be rose with his burden
Miss Leslie caught sight of his coat.
which still lay in q roll beside the
palm trunk
&c How about your coat, Mr. Blake -
she asked. Should you not put
1 it on"
OF No; I'm loaded now. Have to ask
you to look after IT, You may need
re it before morning. anyway. If the
dews here are like those in Central
=" America they are d-darned liable to
az bring on malarial fever"
Nothing more was said until they
", had crossed the open space between
~ the palms and the belt of jungle
Ike along the river. At other times Win
he thrope and Miss Leslie might have
been interested in the towering screw
palms, festooned to the top will
er climbers, and in the huge ferns which
ed they could see beneath the mangrove'
ais in the swampy ground on their left
Now, however. they were far too con
or cerned with the question Of how the,
IN should penetrate the dense tangle o
va thorny brush and creepers whicl
rose before them like a green wal
NO Even Blake hesitated as he releases
10 Winthrope and looked at Miss Leslie
r costume Her white skirt was @
nj, stout duck; but the flimsy material c
on her waist was ill-suited for roug
on. usage.
m Better put the coat on unless 70
want to come out on the other side I
,u. full evening Dress he said. There
no use kicking, but l wish you'd hal
noi pened to have on some sort of JACKIE
-, when We got spilled"
rs there no path through the thicl
:, et?" inquired Winthrope.
md Only the hippo trail, and it don
go our way. We've got TO run OF
own line Here's a stick for yor
H.. game ankle
Winthrope took the half-gree
VOC branch which Blake broke from I'll
=, ;, nearest tree and turned to assist Mis-
Leslie with the coat. The garner
- was of such coarse cloth that as WI
thrope drew the collar close about ht
throat Miss Leslie could not forego
os' little grimace of repugnance- Tn
crease between Blake's eyes deepene
IL and the girl FASTENED to utter an
planatory exclamation Not
tight, Mr. Winthrope. please,
scratches my neck"
'ds. (TO BE CONTINUED)