The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1910-03-29

Vno tnFeo were tossed upon an untnha0-
tied island and were the only ones not
On stupor. Blake. summed on the boat.
because Of his roughness. became q hero
- preserver of the helpless pair. The
&nglishman was suing for the hand of
Miss Leslie. Blake started to swim back
20 the ship to recover what was left.
Blake returned safely. Winthrope wasted
his last match on q cigarette, for which
he was scored by Blake. Their first meal
was . dead fish.
CHAPTER ltl.-contlnued.
ITO be sure. the Japanese eat raw
Ash," admitted Winthrope.
YES: and you'd swallow your share
Of 1t II you had an invite to swell
dinner in Tokyo. Go on now, both of
you. It's no joke. tell you. You've
got to eat, II you expect to get to wa
ter before night. Understand? See
that headland south? Well, it's 100 to l
we'll not find water short of there. and
Il We make 1t by night, we'll be doing
better than figure from the looks OF
these boys. Now 60 to chewing. That's
It! That's fine. Miss JENNY"
Miss Leslie had forced herself to
take Z nibble Of the raw fish. The
favor proved less repulsive than she
had expected and its moisture was 20
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 a 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 stun." he
said. while you're chewing It, we'll
sort Of take stock. Everybody shell
out everything. Here's my OUTFIT
three shillings, half q 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
It Is empty"
Might be worse! What you got!
-hairpins. watch! No pocket. 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.
We'll, hold on to what you've got
left. They may come in for fish
hooks. Let's SEQ your Shoes
Miss Leslie slowly thrust q slender
little foot just beyond the hem Of her
dragged white skirt
Good Lord:' gr0sned Blake, slip
pors. 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 EN- over here. Win
nie. nay boy
The slippers were handed over.
Blake took one after the other and
wreched on the heel close to its base.
Nov you've at least got q pair of
slippers" he said. tossing them back
to their owner. Tie them on tight
with ! couple Of your ribbons, II you
don't want to lose them in the mud.
Now. Winthrope, what you got beside
tho knife?'
Winthrope held out bunch Of long
nat keys and his cigarette case. He
opened the latter and was about to
throw away the two remaining cigar.
ottes when Blake grasped his wrist.
Hold on! even they may come in
for something. Well at least keep
them until we need the case"
And the keys?"
make arrow-heads, II we can get
ire."
I've heard Of savages making IRE
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
quarts 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 nrst one slipper
and then the other. The ribbons about
both were tied in dainty bows. blake
1erked them loose and twisted them
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 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. II you don't want
q 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. 80 that they viii
answer for both of u.s."
How about yourself, Mr.. Baker
inquired the girl. DO you not md the
sun fearfully hot"
s'eure: but wet my head in the
"a, and here's another souse.''
Az he rose with dripping head from
beside the pool he tlung the coryphenc