The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-02-10
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same, guess wen be ready for callers
tonight"
"How's that?"
Show you later, Pat, me by. Now
trot out some nuts Well feed before
we move camp"
Miss Leslie is still sleeping"
Time, then. to roust her out. Hey,
Miss Jenny, turn out! Time to chew"
Miss Leslie sat up and gazed around
in bewilderment.
IT'S all right, Miss Genevleve." re-
assured Winthrope. Blake has found
safe place for the night, and he
wishes lis to eat before we leave here"
Save Juggling the grub" added
Blake Get busy, Pat"
AS Winthrope caught up a nut the
girl began to arrange her disordered
hair and dress with the deft and grace
full movements of a woman thoroughly
trained in the art of self-adornment.
There was admiration in Blake's deep
eyes as he watched her dainty preen.
ing. She was not beautiful girl-at
present she could hardly be termed
pretty; yet even in her draggled, mud
dy dress she retained all the subtle
charms of culture which appeal so
strongly to a man. Blake was sub
! dued. His feelings even carried him
so far as an attempt at formal polite
ness when they had finished their
meal.
Now, Miss Leslie" he began, "it's
little more than half an hour to sun
down: so, if you please, if you're ready,
we'd best be starting"
rs it far?'
mot so very. But we've got to
chase through the jungle. Are you
sure you're quite ready?"
Quite, thank you. But how about
Mr.. Winthropes ankle?"
He'll ride as far as the trees. |
can't squeeze through with him,
| though"
81 shall walk all the way" put in
Winthrope.
No, you won't. Climb aboard" re-
piled Blake, and catching up his club
he stopped for Winthrope to mount his
back, AS he rose with his burden
Miss Leslie caught sight of his coat
which still lay in a roll beside the
palm trunk
How about your coat, Mr.. Blake? ?
she asked. Should you not put
ii on?"
No; I'm loaded now Have to ash
| you to look after 1t. You may neet
it before morning, anyway. II tn,
dews here are like those in Centra
America they are d-darned liable t
bring on malarial fever"
Nothing more was said until the,
had crossed the open space between
the palms and the belt of jungl
! along the river. At other times Win
thrope and Miss Leslie might hav
been interested in the towering screw
palms, festooned to the top witt
climbers, and in the huge ferns whicl
they could see beneath the mangrove
in the swampy ground on their lef,
Now, however, they were far too cor
cerned with the question of how the
should penetrate the dense tangle O
thorny brush and creepers whicl
rose before them like a green wal
Even Blake hesitated as he release
Winthrope and looked at Miss Leslie
costume. Her white skirt was O
stout duck; but the fiimsy material O
her waist was ill-suited for rougl
! usage.
Better put the coat on unless yo
want to come out on the other side il
full evening dress" he said. There
no use kicking, but | wish you'd haI
pened to have on some sort of JACKIE
when we got spilled"
rs there no path through the thick
et?' inquired Winthrope.
only the hippo trail. and it don
go our way. We've got to run ou
own line. Here's a stick for you
game ankle"
Winthrope took the half-greel
branch which Blake broke from tn
nearest tree and turned to assist Mis-
Leslie with the coat. The carmen
was of such coarse cloth that as Win
thrope drew the collar close about he
throat Miss Leslie could not forego
! little grimace of repugnance. TIL,
crease between Blake's eyes deepened
and the girl fastened to utter an ex
planatory exclamation: Not s.
tight, Mr.. Winthrope, please! l
scratches my neck
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