The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-01-29


moved at a tortoise.like gait.
THE bloomin' loaferl" commented |
Wlnthrope. He glanced quickly about, |
and at sight Of Miss Leslie's arching |
brows, fastened to add; Beg par
don! He-ah--reminds me so much |
of q NAVY, you know"
Miss Leslie made no reply.
At last Blake was out of the water
and toiling up the muddy beach to the
spot where he had left his clothes.
While dressing he seemed to recover
from his exertions in the water. for
the moment he had finished he sprang
to his feet and came forward at
brisk pace
AS he approached, Winthrope
waved his fifth cigarette at him with
languid enthusiasm. and called out as
heartily as his dry lips would per
nit: Il say, Blake, deuced glad the
sharks didn't get you!'
Sharks? bah! All you have to do
is to splash little, and they haul off "
How about the steamer, Mr..
Baker asked Miss Leslie, turning to
face him.
"All under but the maintopmast--
curse it!-wire rigging at that!
Couldn't even get bolt"
"a bolt?"
Not bolt; and here we are as
good as naked on this infernal-Hey,
you! what you doing with that match?
Light your cigarette-lght It'll Dam
nation,"
Needless of Blake's warning cry,
WINTHROP had struck his last vesta,
and now, angry and bewildered, he
stood staring while the little taper
burned itself out. With an oath, Blake
sprang to catch 1t as it dropped from
| between Winthrope's fingers. But he
was too far away. II fell among the
damp rushes, spluttered, and fared
| out.
For a moment Blake knelt. staring
at the rushes as though stupefied;
then he sprang up before Winthrope,
his bronzed face purple with anger
| Where's your matchbox? Got any
! more?" he demanded
Last one, | fancy--yes; last one,
and there are still two cigarettes. But
look here, Blake. | can't tolerate your
talking so deucedly--"
You idiot! you--you- Hell! and
every one for cigarettes!"
From a growl Blake's voice burst
into a roar of fury, and sprang upon
Wlnthrope like a wild beast His
hands closed upon the Englishman's
throat, and he began to shake him
about, paying no heed to the blows
his victim showered upon his face and
body, blows which soon began to les.
sen in force.
Terror-stricken, Miss Leslie put her
hands over her eyes, and began to
scream-the piercing shrek that will
urnerve the strongest man. Blake
paused as though transfixed, and as the
half-suffocated Englishman struggled
In his grasp, he flung him on the
ground and turned to the screaming
girl.
stop that squawking!" he said The
girl cowed down. $50 that's better
Next time keep your mouth shut"
'You-you brute!"
Good! You've got a little spunx
eh?
you coward-to attack a man not
half your strength"
STEADY, steady, young lady, I'm
warm enough yet; I've still half q
mind to wiring his fool neck"
But why should you be so angry ?
What has he done, that you"
! "Why-why? Lord! what hasn't he
done? This coast fairly swarms with
beasts. We've not the smell of gun
and now this idiot-this dough.head-
has gone and thrown away our only
chance-fire-and on his measly ciga,
rettes!" Blake choked with returning
rage.
Winthrope, still painting for breath,
began to creep away, at the same time
unclasping small penknife. He was
white with fear; but his gray eyes
which on shipboard Blake had never
seen other than extensively supercili-
ous-now glinted in a manner that
served to alter the Americans mood.
"That'll do he said. Come here
and show me that knife"
TN show it you where it will do the
most good" muttered Winthrope, ris-
ing hastily to repel the expected at
tack.
so you've got a little sand. too"
! said Blake, almost good-naturedly
:Say, that's not SO bad Wen call it
quits on the matches. Though how
you could go and throw them away"
Deuce take it, man! How should
know? I've never before been in a
| wreck"
Neither have this kind. But |
tell you, we've got to keep our think
tanks going. It's a guess if we see to.
morrow, and that's no joke. Now do