The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-01-20

On, IL Is n0rrlDle! norrlDle! And my
maid, and all--It cannot be possible!"
Pray, do not excite yourself, my
dear Miss Genevieve. Their troubles
! are all over. Er-Gawd has taken
them to Him. you know"
But the pity of it! To be drowned
so far from home!"
"Ah, If that's all you're worrying
about must say I'd like TO know
how Wen get a snack for breakfast.
I'm hungry as a-er-groom."s
Eating! How can you think of
eating, Mr.. Winthrope-and all the
others drowned? This sun is becom-
ing dreadfully hot. 1t is unbearable!
| Can you not put UP some kind of an
awning?
We'll now. / must say, I was never
much of a hand at such things. and
really l can't imagine what one could
rig up There might have been bit
of sail in the boat, but one can't see
sign of 1t. I fancy it was smashed"
Miss Leslie ventured a glance at
Blake Though still lying as he had
sprawled in his drunkenness, there was
comforting suggestion of power in
his broad shoulders and square jaw.
rs he still-in that condition."
Must have slept 1t off by this time,
and there's no more in the flask" an
swered Winthrope. Reaching over
with his foot, he pushed against
Blake's back.
''Huh All right" grunted the
sleeper, and sat up, as had Winthrope,
half dazed. Then he stared around
him, and rose to his feet We'll, what
in hell! Say, this is damn cheerful"
81 fancy we are in nasty fix. But
I say, my man, there is a woman pres
ent, and your language, you know"
Blake turned and fixed the English
man with cold stare.
Look here, you bloomin' lud," he
said, there's just one thing you're
going to understand right here and
now. I'm not your man, and we're not
, going to have any of that kind of blat
| ter. Any fool can see we're in q
tight hole, and we're like to keep com
} pany for while-probably long as we
| last
''What-ah-may l ask, do you mean
, by that?"
Blake laughed harshly, and pointed
: from the reef-strewn sea to the vast
I stretches of desolate marsh Far in.
+ land, across miles of brackish lagoons
l and reedy mud-nats, could be seen
groups of scrubby, half-leafless trees;
ten or twelve miles to the southwark
, rocky headland jutted out into the
water; otherwise there was nothing In
: sight but sea and swamp. II 1t could
? not properly be termed a sea-view, II
, was at least very wet landscape.
: Fine prospect" remarked Blake,
!. dryly. We'll be in luck If the fever
? don't get the last of us inside a
month; and as for you two, you'd have
A as much show of lasting a month as
a toad with rattlesnake, if it wasn't
for Tom Blake-that's my name-Tom
Blake-and as long as this shindy
lasts, you're welcome to call me Tom
or Blake, whichever suits. But un.
derstand, we're not going to have
any more of your bloody, bloomin'
English condescension. Aboard ship
you had the drop on me, and could
pile on dog till the cows came home.
, Here I'm Blake and you're Win
,, thrope."
Believe me, Mr.. Blake, l quite ap.
= preciate Decentralization And now,
fancy that instead of wasting
, time"
It's about time you introduced me
to the lady" interrupted Blake, and
he stared at them half defiantly, yet
with twinkle in his eyes.
Miss Leslie flushed. Winthrop
swore softly, and bit his lip. Aboard
a captain, he had goaded the American
at pleasure. Now. however, the sit.
uation was reversed Both title and
, authority had been swept away by
. the storm, and he was left to shift for
. himself against the man who had
:. every reason to hate him for his over
. bearing insolence. Worse still, both
he and Miss Leslie were now depen
. dent upon the American, in all prob
. ability for life itself. 1t was bitter
pill and hard to swallow
Blake was not slow to observe the
:, Englishman's hesitancy. He grinned
= Every dog has his day and | guess
', this is NINE" he said. Take your
! time, if it comes hard. / can imagine
it's pretty stiff dose for your ludship
But why in-why in frozen hades an
!. American lady should object to an in
;. reduction to a countryman who's go
ing to do his level best to save hel
pretty little self from the hyenas-
= well, 1t beats me-"
4 Winthrope flushed redder than the
- girl
II Miss Leslie, Mr.. Blake" he muir
h INJURED, hoping to put an end to the
situation.
it But yet Blake persisted. He bowed
l. openly exultant.
Q You see, MISS" he said, Il know tn,
d correct thing quite as much as you
swells. l knew all along you were
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