The Washington times., 1912-07-12
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY. %"
INTOTHE PRIMITIVE
ROBERT AMES BENNETT
Copyright, 1912. Frank A. Munsey Coz

the fsh's tail. -
That's true" assented Blake, In
cheerful tone, and he offered Win
thrope two of the pieces of raw flesh.
niser Your tor Mi,s esss
"But It's raw! Really, 1 could not
think Of eating raw fish, Could you'
Miss Leslie?"
Miss Leslie shuddered. Oh, no! And
thing" ~"
You bet you canr replied Blake.
both of you take that fish and go to
chewing. It's the stuff to ease your
Lord! in a week you'll be glad to eat
raw snake. Flnicky over clean hsh.
when you swallow canvasback all but
raw, and beef running blood and raw
broth from chicken, and dog makes
first-rate veal-when you've got TO
eat 1t. I've had it straight from them
that know, that over in France they
eat snails and fish worms. It's all
matter of custom or style"
ITO be sure, the Japanese eat raw
fish" 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 oil
you. It's no joke. tell you. You've got
eat Z YOU expect to get get Sst Tstep bss. eS.
land South? Well. It's hundred 70
one we'll not find water short Of there
and IL VIC make II by night we'll be DO
ing better than I figure. from the looks
That's % It, That That's % f,ne, Miss Jenny"
Miss Leslie had forced herself to take
| nibble of raw fish. The flavor proved
less repulsive than she had anticipated
and the moisture was SO grateful &c
! ner parchCd mouth that she began &c
| eat with eagerness.
Not to bo outdone, Winthrope prompt.
!y followed her lead. Blake had cut
himself a second slice. After he had
| cut more for his companions, he beSar
| to look them over with a closeness thai
| embarrassed Miss Leslie.
said. While you're chewing 1t wei
sort of take stock. Everybody shell ou
| everything. Here's my outfit-thret
shillings half a dozen poker chips, and
not blessed say, what's become o.
that whisky flask? Have you seen my
| flask?
Here it is. right beside. me. MIR
| Blake" answered Miss Leslie. But 4
| Is empty"
Nigh: be worse What you got
hairpins, watch? NO pocket?''
None; and no water. Even most o.
my pins are gone" replied the girl, anC
she raised her hand to her loosely coilcc
hair.
well hold on to what you've got 1eft
They may come In for fish hooks. Lett
| sec your shoes"
Miss Leslie slowly thrust slende
little foot just beyond the hem Of he
| draggled white skirt.
Good Lord" groaned Blake slip
| pers-and high heels, at that! How d,
you expect to walk in those things
II can at least try replied the girl
"Hobhle! Pass 'em over here, Win
ME. my boy"
The slippers were handed over Blak
took one after the other and wrenche
| n p1nQo n
Now you've at least got a pair o
slippers" he said, tossing them bac
to their owner. Tie them on tigh
with a couple of your ribbons. II yo
Now, Winthorpe. what you got beside
the knife?'
J Winthrope held out a bunch Of lon
fiat keys and his cigarette case. II
opened the latter and was about I
throw away the two remaining cigar
cites, when Blake grasped his wrist.
Hold on. Even they may come /
for something Vel at least kpep ther
And the keys?"
Make arrowheads. IL we can ge
fire"
I've heard of savages making Ar
by rubbing wood"
Yes: and we're a long way from he
ing saVages, me lud-at present. A
the show we have is to find some kin
of quartz or flint, and the sooner W
|
pers tied. Miss Jenny?'
YES; I think they'll do"
Think, It's knowings the thinl
} Here; let me look
The girl shrank back. but Blak
| stopped and examined first one slippe
and then the other.
, The ribbons about both were tied 1
dainty bows. Blake jerked them loos
and twisted them firmly over and unde
the slippers and about the girls sler
der ankles before knotting the ends.
, There, that's more like It, Your
l Tot going to a dance" he growled.
, He thrust the empty whiskey fias
into his hip pocket and went back I
[ pass a sling of reeds through the 81
Of the coryphene.
"All ready, now he called. Let
get move on. Keep my coat clos
about your shoulders. Miss Jenny, ar
; keep your shade up. II you don't war
a sunstroke."
Thank you. Blake. I'll see to that
said Winthrope." I'm going to he
Miss Leslie along. I've fastene
our two shades together. so that the
will answer for both of us"
! How about Yourself Mr.. Blake
l inquired the girl. "Do you not An
; the sun fearfully hot?"
! "SuTe; but I wet my head in II
sea. and here's another souse."
AS he rose with dripping head fro
beside the pool. he slung the cor!
a phene on his back and started o
: without further words.
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