The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-02-05

Miss Leslie cringed back as though
she had been struck Blake, however,
seemed to have vented his anger in
the curse, for when he again spoke
there was nothing more than impa-
thence in his tone. Come on, now;
get aboard. Winthrope couldn't lug
you half-mile, and longs It's the |
only way don't be all day about It. |
Here, Winthrope, look to the fish"
But, my dear fellow, don't quite
take your idea, nor does Miss Leslie. |
fancy" ventured Winthrope.
We'll we've got to get to water or
die; and as the lady can't walk she's
going on my back. It's case of
haveto.'
"No | am not--I am not! I'd sooner
die!"
I'm afraid you'll find that easy
enough later on. Miss Jenny. Stand
by, Winthrope, to help. her up. Do
you hear? Take the knife and fish and
lend hand"
There was a note In Blake's voice
that neither Winthrope nor Miss Les.
lie dared disregard. Though scarlet
with modification, she permitted her
self to be taken pick-a-back upon
Blalxe's broad shoulders and meekly
obeyed his command to clasp her
| hands about his throat. Yet even at
| that moment, such are the inconsis-.
tencies of human nature, she could not
! but admire the ease with which he
| rose under her weight.
| 4, no. IL
pace of the girl to consider, he ad-
vanced at his natural gait the quick,
| tireless stride of an American railroad
| surveyor. His feet trained to swamp
travel in Louisiana and Panama,
seemed to find the firmest ground as
by instinct, and whether on the half
dried mud of the hummocks or in the
ankle-deep water of the boys, they felt
their way without slip or stumble.
Winthrope, though burdened only
with the half-eaten coryphene, toiled
along behind greatly troubled by the
mud and the tangled reeds, and now
and then flung down by some unluclsy
mlsstep. His, modish suit, already
much damaged by the salt water, was
soon smeared afresh with coating of
greenish slime. His one consolation
was that Blake, after jeering at his first
tumble, paid no more attention to
him. On the other hand, he was cut
by the seeming indifference of. Miss
Leslie. Intent on his own misery, he
failed to consider that the girl might
be suffering far greater discomfort and
humiliation.
More than three miles had been COW
cred before Blake stopped on hum.
mock Releasing Miss Leslie, he
stretched out on the dry crest of the
knoll and called for a slice of the fish
At his urging the others took a few
mouthfuls, although their throats were
1 so parched that even the moist flesh
afforded scant relief. Fortunately for
them all, Blake had been thoroughly
trained to endure thirst. He rested
less than ten minutes; then taking
Miss Leslie up again like a rag doll,
he swung away at a good pace.
The trees were less than half a
mile distant when he halted for. the
second time. He would have gone to
them without pause, though his mus
Giles were quivering with exhaustion
had not Miss Leslie CHANGED to look
around and discover that Winthrope
was no longer following them. Fol-
the last mile he had been tagging
farther and farther behind, and now
he had suddenly disappeared. At the
girls dismayed exclamation, Blake re
leased his hold and she found herself
standing In foot or more of mud and
water. The sweat was streaming
down Blake's face. AS he turned
around, he wiped it off with his shirt
sleeves
do you-can it be, Mr.. Blake, that
he has had a sunstroke?" asked Miss
Leslie.
, "Sunstroke? No; he's just laid
, down, that's all | thought he had
| more sand-confound him!"
But the sun is so dreadfully hot
) and / have his shade"
! And he's been tumbling into every
other pool. No; it's not the sun. I've
) half mind to let him lie-the paper
; legged swell 1t would no more than
( square our aboard-ship accounts"
surely you would not 40 lHdl, MT
Blake! 1t may be that he has hurt
himself in falling"
I'm this mud BAH, But l guess
I'm in for the pack-mule stunt all
around. Now now; don't yowl, Miss
| Jenny. I'm going, But you can't ex'
pect, me to love the snob:"
AS he splashed away on the return
| froi1 Mice I aplia 1ah1p1 ut bnT ayac
, to check the starting tears
, ooh, dear-Oh, dear!" she moaned /;
what have i done to be so treated