The Washington times., 1912-07-23
THE TINES DAILY SERIAL STORY
INTOTHE PRIMITIVE
ROBERT AMES BENNETT
copyright. 1912. Frank A. Munsey Col

Wen need the eggs to keep, us going
till we get the hang of our bows"
inteTrnped Mss shss f%She Lesiie SE Il be
that the fire down the cleft has sprung
up again?"
mo, It's your fumigation. You had
plenty of brush on hand, so heaved 1t
into the hole and touched 1t off. While
it's burning out, you can put In time
gathering grass and leaves for bed.
Would you and Mr.. Winthrope mind
breaking off some bamboos for me?'
Miss Leslie coIored and hesitated. "I
Il should like to divide OF a corner
of the place with a wall or screen.
but the American was gazing at Miss
Leslie's embarrassed face with a puz-
zled look. Then her meaning dawneo
upon him, and he hastened to reply:
"All right, Miss Jenny. You can build
your wall to suit yourself. But therell
be no hurry over 1t. Until the rains
begin, Win and I'll sleep out In the
| open. Well have to take turn about on
keep UP a fire, some other spotted kitty
| will be sure to come nosing up the
| gully"
Miss Leslie said nothing until after
l the last pieces of meat had been hand-
ed around, and Blake sprang up 10 re-
sumo work.
"Mr. Blake" she called, in a low
tone ,,oGS one Lnther m1ment; !; door were made.
and You and Mr.. winthrope should
"We'm see about that later" replied
Blake carelesslr.
Te girl bit her lip. and the tears
started to her eyes. Even Winthrope
had started off without expressing MS
appreciation, Yet he at least @ asi saoHla hs1
l hav realized how much 1t had COST her
| to make such an offer.
| By evening she had her tree-cave-
house. she preferred to name 1t to her
self-in habitable condition; ,,.o, Wnen St
| leaving the place free from all doors
other than the wholesome smell OF
| wood smoke, she had asked Blake now
she could rake out the ashes HIS al
vice was to wet them down where they
This was easier said than done. For
| tunately, the spring was only a rev
with her palm-leaf hat for a bowl, the
girl carried enough water to sprinkle all
the powdery ashes
over them she strewed leaves and
the fire was burning. The dryest OF
| the grass, arranged in far corner,
| promised a more comfortable bed than
had been her lot for the last three
nights.
During this work she had been care
fui not to forget the fire at the tree.
Yet when. near sundown. she called the
others to the third meal of leopard
meat Blake grumbled at the tree for
being what he termed such a confound-
ed tough proposition.
Good thing there's E lots CIV Of wood tS,l here, re:
going till the blamed thing topples over.
IL 1t takes all year"
"Oh! but you surely will not stay SO
far from the baobab tonight" exclaimed
Miss Leslie.
Hold hard!' soothed Blake. You've
no license to get the jumps yet awhile.
Well have another fire by the baobab.
/ tqn rnaa
few minutes later they went back
to the baobab, and Winthrope began
helping Miss Leslie to construct bam-
, bood screen in the narrow entrance of
the tree-cave, while Blake built the sec
| ond fire. -
AS winthroge was unable to tell time
At sunset. following the engineer S
. advice, Winthrope lay down with feet to
the small watch-fire, and was asleep be-
| fore twilight had deepened into into night; night:
that it seemed to him he had hardly
lost consciousness when he was reused
by a rough hand on his forehead.
What Is it?" he mumbled.
Bout 1 O'clock said Blake. wake
, up! 1 ran overtime, cause the morning
watch is the toughest. But 1 can't keep
II say, this is a beastly BORE" remark.
ed Winthrope, sitting up.
"Um," grunted Blake. who was al
Winthrope rubbed his eyes, rose wear
! lily, and drew a blazing stick from the
, fire.
!; With this upraised as a torch he peer.
; ed around into the darkness and ad.
vanced toward the spring.
When, having satisfied his thirst, he
returned somewhat hurriedly to the fire
/ he was startled by the sight a pale face
, gazing at him from between the leaves
of the bamboo screen.
my dear Miss Genevieve. what is the
: natter" he exclaimed.
3 Hush! Is he asleep?"
l like a top"
|, s'Thank heaven!-Good night
: Good night-er-I say, Miss Gene
vieve"-
E But the girl had disappeared, ant
} Winthropc, after a glance at Blake
placid face, hurried along the cleft Il
: stack the other fire.
: When he returned, he noticed two
bamboo rods which Blake had beguI
to shape into bow-staves He looked
&? them over, with a sneer at Blake
: seemingly unskilful workmanship; bu
3 he made no attempt to finish the bows
: A Continuation Of This Story VIII
t BE Found In TOmOrrOw's
d Issue OF The Times.