Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1910-02-25
with Bow and Club.


life-giving sleep out of which he did
not awaken until evening, while Blake,
unable to wait for the pot to boil, and
nauseated by the flshy odor OF the
dried seafowl, hunted out the jerked
leopard meat, and having devoured
enough to satisfy native, fell asleep
under a bush.
The sun was half down the sky
when he sat up and looked around.
wide awake the moment he opened
his eyes. Miss Leslie was quietly
placing an armful of sticks on the fuel
heap beside the baobab.
Hello, Miss Jenny, Hard at It, l
see" he called cheerfully.
'Hush!" she cautioned. "Mr. Win
thrope is still asleep
Good thing for him. He'll need all
Of that he can get"
Then you think"
We'll, between you and me, ] don't
believe Win was built for the tropics.
This fever of his, coming on so soon,
wouldn't have hit nine men in ten half
so hard. He's bound to have another
spell in a month or two, and"
But cannot We possibly get away
from here before then? Is there no
way? Surely, you are so resource
full
Nothing doing, Miss Jenny! Give
me tools and I'd engage to turn out
seagoing boat. But as it is, the only
thing I could do would be to fire-burn
log. That would take two or three
months, and in the end we'd have a
lopsided canoe that'd live about half
a second in one OF these tropic
squalls"
do not the natives sail in canoes?"
Maybe they do-and they make fire
by rubbing sticks. We don't"
But what can VIC dor
Take our medicine, and wait for a
ship to show up"
"But we have no medicine"
"Have no Say, Miss Jenny. you
really ought to have stayed home from
boarding school and England long
enough to learn your own language I
meant, we've got to take what's COM
ing to us, without laying down or
grouching Both are the worst things
out for malaria"
you mean that we must resign our
selves to this intolerable situation
that we must calmly sit here and wait
until the fever"
mo; I'll take care we don't sit
around very much. Well go on the
hike, soon as Win can wobble. Which
reminds me, I've got little hike on
hand now. I'm going to close up that
barricade before dark. Me for quiet
night"
Without waiting for reply he took
his weapons, and swung briskly away
down the cleft.
He returned few minutes before
sunset, with what appeared to be
large fur bag upon his back. Miss
Leslie was pouring bowl Of broth
from the stew-pot, and did not notice
him until he sang out to her: Hey,
Miss Jenny, spill over that stuff! No
more of that in ours!"
Its for Mr.. Winthrope. He has
just awakened" she replied, still in
tent on her pouring.
And you'd kill him with that slop!
Heave it over He's going to have beef
Juice"
ooh! what's that on your back?
You've killed an antelope!"
Sure! Bushbuck, | guess they call
him. Sneaked up when he was drink
ing, and stuck an arrow into his side.
He jumped off little way, and turned
to see whatd bit him. l hauled off
and put the second arrow right through
his eye, into his brain. Neatest thing
you ever saw"
You surely are becoming splendid
archer!"
Yes Jim dandy! I could do 1t
again about once in 10000 shots All
the same, I've raked in this peacherino.
Trot out your grill and We'll have
something fit to eat"
You spoke of beef Juice"
I've a dozen steaks ready to broil.
Slap em on the fire, and I'll squeeze
out enough juice with my fist to do
Win for tonight"
He made good his assertion, using
several Oh the SUGARS, WHICH, having
lost less than half their juices in the
process, were eaten with great relish
by Miss Leslie and himself.
Winthrope, after drinking the stimu-
lating beef juice and a quantity OF hot
water, turned over and fell asleep
again while Blake was dressing his
wounds. None of these was serious OF
itself; but Blake knew the danger OF
infection in the tropics, and carefully
washed out the gashes before applying
the tallow salve which Miss Leslie
had tried out from the antelope fat.
The dressing was completed by
torchlight. Blake then rolled the
sleeper into a comfortable position,
took the torch from Miss Leslie, and
left the cave, pausing at the entrance
to mutter a gruff goodnight The girl
murmured a response, but watched
him anxiously as he passed out. A
step beyond the entrance he paused