The Washington times., 1912-07-18
THE TINES DAILY SERIAL STORY
PRIMITIVE
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ROBERT AMES BENNETT
Ccopyrght Il FrankA. Munsey col
ROBERT AMES BENNETT
Copyright. 1919. Frank A. Munssy Coz

the familiarity Jared on her sensi-
tive ear She colored as she turned
from him.
'T'm afraid not, Miss Genevieve. Like
ourselves, Blake took a nap"
yes; but Blake first took a squint
at the scenery. Just see II you've
Wen be In the sun for half a mile or
so. Better get on the coat, Miss Les
lie It's hotter than yesterday"
Permit me-, said WinthroPe.
rather fussily raised the collar about
her neck and turned back the sleeves,
which extended beyond the tips Of
her fingers.
his glance took in every little look
and act of his companions. He was
not altogether unversed In the ways
of high society, and 1t seemed to him
that the Englishman was somewhat
"All ready, Blake" remarked Win
touch.
cigarette case and the knifeT'
"All safe, slr-er-all safe, Blake
Then you two follow me slow enough
not to worry that ankle. don't want
any more OF tne pdCh-nluie IOI
Where are we going. Mr.. Blake?" ex-
claimed Miss Leslie. You will not
leave us again!"
IT'S only a half-mile. Miss Jenny.
There's a break in the ridge. I'm going
on ahead to find II it's hard to climb. "
But why should we climb"
Food for one thing. You see, this
end of the cliff Is covered with sea
birds. Another thing. 1 expect to strike
oh! hope you do The water In
the rain-pools is already warm"
They'll be dry in a day or two. Say.
Winthrope, you might fetch some of
those stones-size Of a ball. used to
and we might scare up rabbit or
something"
II play cricket myself But these
stones'-
"Better'n a gun, when you haven I
got the gun. Come on. Wen go in a
bunch. after all, in case 1 need stones. -
With due consideration for, Win
thrope's ankle-not for Winthrope-
miles walk consumed over half an
hour
But his smoldering irritation was soon
uenched when they drew near the green
thicket at the foot Of the cleft In the
almost dreamlike stiffness of mid-after-
noon, the sound of trickling water came
to their ears, clear and musical.
"A spring. shouted Blake. Il guessed
right. Look at those green plants and
grass--there's the channel where II runs
out in the sand and dries up"
The others followed him eagerly az
he pushed In among the trees
They saw no running water Tor tht
tinyt rills that trickled down the ledgei
was matted over with vines. But a
] the foot Of the slope lay a pool, somt
ten yards across, and overshadowed h,
7 the, surrounding trees. There was nj
underbrush, and the ground wa
ira nlpd ha N a n
BY Jove" said winthrop, see th'
\ tracks. There must have been drov'
| of sheep about"
Deer. you mean" replied Blake
/ at the edge of the pool. These ain
sheep tracks. A lot OF them are larger.
Il Cant you uncover the brook" asket
Miss Leslie. "If any animals have beei
! drinking here, one would prefer cleane
I water"
| Sure" assented Blake. "If your
| game for climb. and can wait few
minutes, we'll get it out OF the sprini
to get at our poultry yard"
Here's the place that looks like
path" called Winthrope. who had cir
cled about; the edge Of the pool to tn
Blake ran around beside him. an,
stared at the tunnel-like passage whicl
wound up the limestone 1edges beneatl
the overreaching thickers-
| . ouu place, Is IL notf opserNeu WIN
thrope. Looks like a fox-run, onI!
| larger. you know"
TOO low for deer. though-and thei
| noofs would have cut up the moss ant
ferns more. Let's get close look"
AS he spoke, Blake stopped ant
climbed few yards up the trail to al
toverhanglng ledge. four or five fee
| high. Where the trail ran over thi
break In the slope the stone was bar
boz all vegetation.
| Blake laid his club on the top OF tn
Hedge, and was about to vault after II
when, directly beneath his nose. he sa v
| the print of a great catlilte paw out
| lined In dried mud. At the same instan
deep Growl came rumbling down tn
| "fox-run."
Continuation of This Story vii
| BE Found In TOmorrow's