The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-02-03
CHAPTER III.-continued.


CHAPTER lII.-Continued.
ITO be sure, the Japanese eat raw
fish," admitted Winthrope.
yes; and you'd swallow your share
of It II you had an invite to a swell
dinner in Tokyo. Go on now, both of
you. It's no joke, tell you. You've
got to eat, IL you expect to get to wa
ter before night. Understand? See
that headland south? Well it's 100 to
we'll not find water short of there, and
If we make 1t by night, we'll be doing
better than / figure from the looks of
these bogs. Now go to chewing. That's
it, That's fine, Miss Jenny!"
Miss Leslie had forced herself to
take a nibble of the raw fish. The
favor proved less repulsive than she
had expected, and it's moisture was SO
grateful to her parched mouth that
she began to eat with eagerness. Not
to be outdone, Winthrope promptly
followed her lead. Blake had already
cut himself second slice. After he
had cut more for his companions, he
began to look them over with close
ness that proved embarrassing to Miss
Leslie.
Here's more OF the good stuff" he
said. while you're chewing 1t, we'll
sort Of take stock. Everybody shell
out everything. Here's my outfit
three shillings, half dozen poker
chips, and not another blessed Say,
what's become of that whisky flask?
have you seen my flask?
Here 1t is, right beside me, Mr..
Blake" answered Miss Leslie. But
1t is empty"
might be worse! What you got?
-hairpins, watch? No pocket, l sup
poser"
None; and no watch. Even most
of my pins are gone" replied the girl,
and she raised her hand to her loosely
coiled hair.
well, hold on to what you've got
left. They may come in for fish
hooks. Let's see your shoes"
Miss Leslie slowly thrust slender
little foot just beyond the hem of her
draggled white skirt.
/ 'OtN iF'it' SiOohNu i'idhN, Siip-
pers, and high heels at that! How do
you expect to walk in those things?"
Il can at least try" replied the girl,
with spirit
"Hobble! Pass 'em over here, Win
ME, my boy"
The slippers were handed over.
Blake took one after the other and
| urnnhnl off tho hnn1 IN 20 hoe
Now you've at least got pair of
slippers" he said, tossing them back
! to their owner "Tie them on tight
with couple OF your ribbons, if you
don't want to lose them in the mud.
Now, Winthrope. what you got beside
the knife?"
Winthrope held out bunch of long
opened the latter and was about to
throw away the two remaining cigar
cites when Blake grasped his wrist.
Hold on! even they may come in
Cor something. Well at least keep
them until we need the case"
"And the keys?"
MAKE arrow-heads, II we can get
fire"
i've heard of savages making fire
| by rubbing wood"
Yes; and we're a long way from
being savages-at present. All the
show we have is to find some kind of
quartz or flint, and the sooner we start
to look the better. Got your slippers
tied, Miss Jenny?"
yes l think they'll do"
Think! It's knowing the thing.
Here, let me look"
The girl shrank back; but Blake
stopped and examined first one slipper
and then the other. The ribbons about
both were tied in dainty bows. Blake
firmly over and under the slippers and
about the girls slender ankles before
knotting the ends.
There; that's more like. You're
not going to dance" he growled.
He thrust the empty whisky flask
into his hip pocket and went back to
pass a sling of reeds through the gills
of the coryphene.
"All ready now" he called. Let's
get a move on. Keep my coat closer
about your shoulders, Miss Jenny, and
keep your shade up. If you don't want
sunstroke."
THANK you, Blake, I'll see to that.
said Winthrope. I'm going to help
Miss Leslie along. I've fastened our
two shades together, so that they will
answer for both CT us"
How about yourself, Mr. Blake?'
inquired the girl. do you not find the
sun fearfully hot?"
Sure; but wet my head in the
sea, and here's another souse"
As he rose with dripping head from
side the pool he slung the coryphens