Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-29

matter with that plan:
I'm to do all the resting, then, while
you do all the work. There is a partner
ship for you. No, my friend. III stop
when you do, only tonight it's your turn
to have the sleeping bag. Seriously
speaking, as man with scientific mind,
Go you believe that L am any tireder at
this moment than you arec'
Yes he said, Il believe you are. At
any rate, you can make yourself COM
Portable while 1 get supper. That's a
one-man job
She assenred to that after little de-
muir. That he had rightly guessed the
degree of her fatigue was attested by the
fact that when he re-entered the hut
after dressing the fowl that was to pro-
vide their evening meal he found her
cuddled up upon the great sheepskin,
fast asleep.
nary operations were about completed
that. elancing over to where she lay, he
found her regarding him with sleepy
smile.
There's no luxury in the world like
being as tired as that she said, sitting
up on the bunk and rubbing her drowsy
eyes. I've been down, down, down, a
hundred fathoms deep. | feel as if | had
slept a year
Come and have some supper he
said. Its ready now, 1 think. When
you've finished. you'll be ready to do it
all over again"
A loose plank from one of the other
hunks provided them with table, While
his sheath knife and flask comprised, as
before, the whole of their table furni-
ture.
Il thought of something just as / was
dropping off to sleep" she said. "a really
beautiful. idea. / tried to call out and tell
you. but l was too sleepy. l hope L
haven't lost it. 1t was something about
oh, ! know. Don't you suppose we might
where stores n.
in fathers journal, or in the maps?"
He laid down the drumStick he had
been about to bite into, and gazed at her,
partly in establishment, partly in sort of
amused diSmay that the idea had not oc-
Cured to him before. That suggestion"
he said, lis worth the whole of my days
work. OF course that's the way to begin
our search-the only way, and tomorrow
morning.
Tomorrow morning, | thought the
worst thing you could possibly say would
be after supper. I wanted to let the duck
go and begin the search now She
smiled at him. you'll compromise, won't
you, on directly after SUPPER"
He assented with laugh. IF you can
keep awake, but the first time l catch
you nodding-'
"All right" she said. only lets hurry
with the duck Then, little later, it
can't be possible, can it, that we're going
to eat the whole of it at one meal? It's
beginning to look that way"
There was one compensation to the
rudeness of their fare and the exiguity
of their equipment. Cleaning up after din
ner was an operation OF extreme SIM
plicity.
When it was completed. Philip heaped
more wood on the fire, and in the glow of
the cracking flames they spread out the
maps and began their search.
DO you know how l came to think OF
this?' she asked, as she seated herself
close beside him and bent her head over
the maps. Il was thinking of this morn
ing and of the way you told ME. On,
how long ago that seems And L remem-
bered your saying that fathers journal
would be our Bible. 1t came to me, sud
denly, that there was more to be learned
in it than merely faith and courage. 1t
occurred to me that those long pages OF
scientific observations might tell us just
the things that we would need TO KNOW
to save our lives
Il believe said Cayley, that the jour
nal will be worth more than the maps in
this search of ours tonight Anyway,
while you work one can work the
other"
She nodded. picked up the journal and
crossed over with it to another OF the
hunks. There she seated herself, tucked
her feet up comfortably under her, tailor
fashion. and, propping her chin upon one
palm. began to read The light coming
from behind her made. to Cayleys vision.
misty halo of her hair. and played soft
ly over the cheek and the fingers that
were half embedded in it.
The sight of her made it hard for him
to stick to his maps. But presently he
looked up with a sudden question. DO
you happen to find anything he be-
gan, and then broke off shortly.
From her face. half-shaded as it was.
he could see that what she had been
reading just then was no mere description
of this land upon which they had been
cast away, but something far more per-
sonal to the father she had lost here.
There's something perfectly terrify-
ing" she said, about fathers description
of this man Roscoe. Over here near the
end before the sun came back to them,
he tells of going out for walk by HIM
self and of discovering that Roscoe was
stalking him. in the hope he thought, of
discovering, in advance of the others.
where the gold ledge was. In the twl-
light, father says. he looked. in his white
bearskins, perfectly enormous and in
credible And Philip
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