The Washington times., 1912-07-31
---By--
ROBERT AMES BENNETT
Copyright. 1912. Frank A. Munsey Co

, lily. though slowly, to the top. The de-
| scent was made with. even more care,
for he did not wish to tear the skin
from his palms again."
Now, VIM" he said, as he neared the
bottom and sprang down. leave the
| cooking to Miss Leslie and husk some
OF those nuts. You wont more'n have
time to do 1t before the stew is ready"
Winthrope's response was to draw out
his penknife. Blake stretched himself
at ease in the Shade, but kept a critical
eye on his companions. Although Win
| thrope's fingers trembled with weak
ness he worked with precision and
| rapidity that drew a grunt Of approval
from Blake.
Presently Miss Leslie, who had been
stirring the stew with a stick. threw
in a little salt and drew the pot from
the fire.
EN- avant. gentlemen! Dinner is
served" she called gaily.
ready. Hold on, Miss Jenny-youll
dump 1t all"
He wrapped a wisp of grass about
the handle Of the pot and filled the
three cocoanut bowls. The stew was
boiling hot but they fished up the
oysters with the bamboo forks which
Blake had carved some days since.
BY the time the oysters were eaten
the liauor in the he, bowl ylo was cool
peated until the pot had been emptied
SAY, but that was something like"
murmpred Blake. IF only. wee had
pretzels and beer to go with 1t! But
these nuts wont be- bad"
When they had finished the cocoa
nuts Winthrope asked for drink Of
Would it not be best to keep It
till later?" replied Miss Leslie.
Sure" put in Blake. We've had
enough liquid refreshments to do any
one. II. ! don't look out you'll both
in mind the work I'd have to carve
a pair of gravestones! No, that flask
has got to do you till We get home.
don't shin up any more telegraph
poles today"
would 1t not be best for Mr.. Win
thrope.. to rest during the noon
"Fraid not. Miss Jennie. We're not
on on tother side Of Jordan yet, and
side"
what odd expressions you use. Mr.
| Blake"
Just giving you the reverse appH-
I ly us with in the mission churches
I'm sure. Mr.. Blake"
settled, Wen be moving. Chuck some
live Goals in the pot and come on"
| He started off. weapons In hand Win
| thrope made a languid effort to take
possession of the pot; but Miss Leslie
the, antelope skin. slung it upon her
| back.
''The brutem exclaimed winthrope
TO leave suSn S a iGad Load. for you' when he
The girl met his outburst with a brave
attempt at a smile. please try to look
at the bright side, Mr.. Winthrope.
Really. l believe ne thinks 1t Is best for
He has other opinions with which We
| of the cultured class would hardly
agree, Miss Leslie: Consider his COM
mand that we shall go thirsty until he
permits us to return to the cliffs. The
mans impertinence is intolerable.
shall go, to the river and drink when I
| choose!'
Nonsense. Malaria, like yellow fever,
comes only from the bite of certain
species Of mosquitoes. II We have the
fever It VIII be entirely hts fault. We
us to come to this infected lowland."
still, I think we should do what Mr..
Blake says"
sake / will endeavor not to break with
the fellow. Only, you know 1t is deuced
hard to keep ones temper when one
considers what bounder-what an un-
stop! / will not listen to another
worldW exclaimed the girl, and she hur-
ried away after Blake, leaving Win
thrope staring In establishment.
my eye!' he muttered. "Can 1t be.
after all I've done-and him, of all the
low fellows"
He stood for several moments in deep
thought. The look on his sallow face
| was far from pleasant
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