The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-01-29
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ch, DuI MI Dldhe, am sure IL
must be mistake | am sure that if
1t is explained to papa"
Yes; Wen cable papa tonight.
Meantime, we've something else to do
Suppose you two get hustle on your
selves, and scrape up something to
eat. I'm going out to see what's left
of that blamed old tub"
Surely you'll not venture to swim
out so fart" protested Winthrope. 81
saw the steamer sink as we cast Off"
Looks like mast sticking up out
there. Maybe some of the rigging is
loose"
But the sharks! These waters
swarm with the vile creatures. You
must not risk your life!"
Cause why II do, the babes in
the woods will be left without even
the robins to cover them, poor things!
But cheer up!-maybe the mud-hens
will do 1t with lovely water-lilies."
Please, Mr.. Blake, do not be so
cruel!" sobbed Miss Leslie, her tears
starting afresh. The sun makes my
head ache dreadfully, and have no
hat or shade, and I'm becoming so
thirsty"
And you think you've only to wait,
and half dozen stewards will come
running with parasols and ice water.
Neither you nor WINTHROP seem to
We got your eyes open. Just suppose
you get busy and do something. Win
thrope, chase yourself over the mud,
and get together a mess of fish that
are not too dead. Must be dozens. aft
the blow. AS for you, Miss Jenny,
guess you can pick up some reeds and
rig a headgear out of this handker-
chief Wait moment. Put on my
coat, IL you don't want to be broiled
alive through the holes of that peek-a.
boo"
But I say, Blake" began Win
thrope.
Don't say-do!" rejoined Blake:
and he started down the muddy shore.
Though the tide was at flood, there
was now no cyclone to drive the sea
above the beach, and Blake walked a
quarter of a mile before he reached
the waters edge. There was little
surf, and he paused only few mo-
ments to peer out across the low
swells before he commenced to strip.
WINTHROP and Miss Leslie had been
watching his movements; now the
girl rose in little furry of haste,
and set to gathering reeds. Winthrope
would have spoken, but, seeing her
embarrassment, smiled to himself, and
began strolling about in search of fish
1t was no difficult search. The
marshy ground was strewn with dead
.sea-creatures, many of which were al
ready shriveling and drying in the
sun. Some of the fish had a familiar
look, and WINTHROP turned them over
with the tip of his shoe. He even
went so far as to stoop to pick up a
large mullet; but shrank back, re-
pulsed by its stiffness and the unnat-
ural shape into which the sun was
warping it,
He found himself near the beach,
an9 stood for half an hour or more
Watching the black dot far out in the
waterfall that was to be seen of
Blake. The American, after wading
off-shore another quarter of a mile,
had reached swimming depth, and was
heading out among the reefs with
steady, vigorous strokes. Half a mile
or so beyond him Winthrope could
now make out the goal for which he
was aiming--the one remaining top
mast of the steamer.
"By Jove, these waters are full of
sharks!" murmured Winthrope, star
ing at the steadily receding dot until
It disappeared behind the wall of surf
which spumed up over one of the outer
reefs.