The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-04-02

There must also be lions in the vi
entity" added Winthrope.
Miss Leslie said nothing until after
the last pieces of meat had been
handed around and Blake sprang up
to resume work.
"Mr. Blake" she called, in low
tone; zone moment. please. Would 1t
save much bother IL door was made
and you and Mr.. Winthrope SHOULD
sleep inside?"
Wen see about that later" replied
Blake, carelessly.
The girl bit her lip, and the tears
started to her eyes. Even Winthrope
had started off without expressing his
appreciation. Yet he at least should
have realized how much it had cost
her to make such an offer.
BY evening she had her tree-cave--
house. she preferred to name 1t to her
self-in habitable condition When
the purifying fire had burnt itself out,
leaving the place free from all odors
other than the wholesome smell of
wood smoke she had asked Blake how
she could rake out the ashes. His
advice was to wet them down where
they lay.
This was easier said than done.
Fortunately the spring was only a few
yards distant, and after many. trips,
with her palm-leaf hat for bowl, the
| girl carried enough water to sprinkle
all the powdery ashes. Over them
she strewed the leaves and grass which
she had gathered while the fire was
burning. The driest of the grass, ar
ranged in a far corner, promised q
more comfortable bed than had been
her lot for the last three nights.
During this work she had been care
full not to forget the fire at the tree
Yet when, near shutdown, she called
the third meal of leopard meat, Blake
grumbled at the tree for being what he
termed such a COMPOUNDED tough prop
osition.
Good thing there's lots of wood
here, VIM" he added. "We'll keep this
fire going till the blamed thing top
pies over, II it takes year"
"Oh, but you surely will not stay
so far from the baobab tonight" ex-
claimed Miss Leslie.
Hold hard!" soothed Blake. you've
no. license to get the jumps yet a
while. Well have another fire by the
baobab. So you needn't worry"
few minutes later they went back
to the baobab, and Winthrop began
| helping Miss Leslie to construct a
bamboo screen in the narrow entrance
of the tree-cave, while Blake built
the second fire.
AS Winthrope was unable to tell
time by the stars, Blake took the first
watch. At sunset, following the en-.
gineer's advice, Winthrope lay down
with his feet to the small watch-fire
and was asleep before twilight had
deepened into night. Tagged out by
the mental and bodily stress of the
day, he slept so soundly that 1t seemed
to him he hardly lost consciousness
when he was reused by rough hand
on his forehead.
What is IT." he mumbled.
Bout one o'clock" said Blake
Wake up ran overtime, cause
the morning watch is the toughest
But can't keep wake any longer"
81 say, this is a beastly bore" re
marked Winthrope, sitting up.
"Um-m," grunted Blake, who was al
ready on his back.
WINTHROP rubbed his eyes, rose
YEARLY, and drew blazing stick from
the fire. With this appraised as a torch
he peered around into the darkness
and advanced towards the spring.
When, having satisfied his thirst he
returned somewhat hurriedly to the
fire, he was startled by the sight of Q
pale face gazing at him from between
the leaves of the bamboo screen.
MY dear Miss Genevieve, what /.
the matter?" he exclaimed.
Hush! Is he asleep"
Like a top"
THANK heaven! Goodnight"
"Good-night-er-I say, Miss Gen
evieye-"
But the girl disappeared, and Win
thrope, after a glance at Blake's placiC
face, hurried along the cleft to stacl
the other fire. When he returned HI
noticed two bamboo rods which Blake
had begun to shape into bow slaves
He looked them over, with a sneer a
, Blake's seemingly unskillful workman
ship; but he made no attempt to finisl
the bows.
CHAPTER xI.