The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-01-27

"I'll 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 goodnaturedly
Say, that's not so bad. Well 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 ii we see to-
morrow. and that's no joke. Now do
you wonder | got hot?'
Indeed no! I've been an ass, and
here's my hand to tiff you really
mean it's quits"
IT'S quits all right, long as YOU
don't run out of sand" responded
Blake, and he gripped the others soft
hand until the Englishman WINGED,
80; that's settled. I've got hot
temper, but l don't hold grudges Now,
where're your fish,"
"I-well they were all spoiled"
Spoiled"
"The sun had shriveled them"
"And you call that spoiled We're
like to eat them rotten before were
through with this picnic. How about
the pools?"
Pools? Do you know, Blake, never
thought of the pools. l stopped to
watch you, and then we were so anx-
ious about YOU"
Blake grunted and turned on his
heel to wade into the half-drained pool
in whose midst he had been deposited
by the hurricane.
Two or three small fish lay family
wriggling on the surface. AS Blake
splashed through the water to seize
them his foot struck against a living
body which houndered violently and
flashed brilliant forked tail above the
muddy water. Blake sprang over the
fish, which was entangled in the
reeds, and with a kick flung it clear
out upon the ground
"a coryphene!" cried Winthrope,
gorgeously colored prize.
"Coryphene?" repeated Blake, fol,
lowing his example. Good to eat?"
Fine as salmon. This is only
small one, but"
Fifteen pounds if an ounce!" cried
Blake, and he thrust his hand in h.s
| pocket. There was a moments 81.
lence, and Winthrope, glancing up. saw
the other staring in blank dismay.
whats up?" he asked
Lost my knife"
"When?-i the pool? If we felt
about"
No; aboard ship, or in the surf"
Here is my knife
Yes; almost big enough to whittle
match! Mine would have done us
some good
1T is the best STEEL
"All right; let's see you cut up the
fish"
| But you know, Blake, | shouldn't
know how to go about it, | never did
such thing"
And you, Miss Jenny? Girls are
supposed to know about cooking"
q never cooked anything in all my
life, Mr.. Blake, and it's alive-aud-
and am very thirsty, Mr. Blake
Lord" commented Blake, Give
me that knife"
Though the blade was so small the
Americans hand was strong After
some little haggling, the coryphene
was killed and dressed. Blake washed
both it and his hands in the pool ana
began to cut slices of flesh from the
hshs tail
we have no fire." Winthrope re
minded him, flushing at the word.
That's true" assented Blake, in a
cheerful tone, and he offered Win
thrope two Of the pieces Of raw flesh.
Here's your breakfast The trimmed
/ piece is for Miss Leslie"
But it's raw! Really | could not
think Of eating raw fish. Could yol
Miss Leslic?'
Miss Leslie shuddered "Oh, no.
and I'm SO thirsty ! could not eat any
! jhiug.'
You bet you cam" replied Blake
Both of you take that fish and so to
| chewing. It's the stuff to ease your
thirst while we look for water Good
Lord,-in a week you'll be glad to eat
raw snake. Finnicky over clean fish,
when you swallow canyas-back all but
raw, and beef running blood, and raw
oysters with their stomachs full Of dis
iutegratsd animal matter, to put Il
| politely You couldn't tell rattlesna5,
broth from chicken, aud dog make.
hrstrate veal-when you've got to ca
it. I've had it straight from them tha
knows that over in France they e.
snails and iish-worms It's all a ma
| Ter of custom or the style"
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