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CHAPTER IX.--Continued.

CHAPTER IV.--Continued.
At first his throat was so dry that
he could no more than rinse his mouth.
With the first swallow his swollen
tongue mocked him with the salt,
bitter taste of sea-water. The tide
was flowing! He rose, sputtering and
choking and gasping He stared
around. There was no question that
he was on the bank of a river and
would be certain of fresh water with
the ebb tide. But could he endure the
agony of his thirst all those hours?
He thought of his companions.
Good Cod" he groaned. they're
goners, anyway"
He stared duly up the river at the
thousands of waterfowl which lined its
banks. Within close view were herons
and black ibises, geese, pelicans, fla
mingoes, and a dozen other species of
birds of which he did not know the
names. But he sat as though in
stupor, and did not move even when
one of the driftwood logs on mud
shoal few yards upstream opened
an enormous mouth and displayed two
rows of hooked fangs. It was other
wise when the noontime stiffness was
broken by violent splashing and
loud snortings downstream. He
glanced about and saw six or eight
monstrous heads drifting towards
him with the tide.
What in Whee! a whole herd of
hippos!" he muttered. That's what
the holes mean"
The foremost hippopotamus was
headed directly for him. He glared
at the huge head with sullen> resent
ment. For all his stupor he perceived
at once that the beast intended to
land; and he sat in the middle of it's
accustomed path. His first impulse
was to spring up and yell at the crea-
ture. Then he remembered hearing
that white hunter had recently been
killed by these beasts on one of the
South African lakes. Instead of leap
ing up he sank down almost fiat and
crawled back around the turn in the
path. Once certain that he was hid
den from the beasts he rose to his
feet and fastened back through the
jungle.
He was almost in view of the spot
where he had left Winthrope and Miss
Leslie, when he stopped and stood
hesitating
II can't do It," he muttered; 81 can't
tell her--poor grill"
He turned and pushed into the
thicket. Forcing a way through the
tangle of thorny shrubs and creepers
until several yards from the path he
began to edge towards the face of the
Jungle, that he might peer out at his
companions unseen by them.
There was more of the thicket be-
fore him than he had thought, and he
was still fighting his way through II
when he was brought to stand by a
peculiar cry that might have been the
bleat OF young lamb: "Ba-ba!"
whats that?" he croaked
He stood listening, and in moment
he again heard the cry, this time more
distinctly: "Blak!-Blak!"
There could be no mistake. 1t was
Winthrope calling for him, and call
Ing with a cearness of voice that
would have been physically impossible
half an hour since. Blake's sunken
eyes lighted with hope. He burst
through the last screen of jungle and
stared towards the palm under which
he had left his companions, They
were not there.
Another call from Winthrope di-
rected his gaze more seaward. The
two were seated beside a fallen palm.
and Miss Leslie had large round OBJ.
ject raised to her lips. Winthrop was
waving to him.
"Cocoanuts!' he yelled. Come on!"
Three of the palms had been over
thrown by the hurricane, and when
Blake came up he found the ground
strewn with nuts. He seized the first
he came TO; but Winthrope held out
one already opened. He snatched II
from him and placed the hole to his
swollen lips. Never had champagne
tasted half so delicious as that cocoa
nut milk. Before he could drain the
last of it through the little opening
Winthrope had the husks torn from
the ends of two other nuts, and the
convenient germinal spots gouged
open with his penknife.
Blake emptied the third before he
spoke. Even then his voice was
hoarse and strained, How'd you
strike 'em?"
81 couldn't help it," explained Win
thrope Hardly had you disappeared
when | noticed the tops of the fallen
palms and thought of the nuts. There
was one in the grass not 20 feet from
where we lay"
Lucky for you--and for me, too
guess said Blake. we were AZ