The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-05-08
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The CaetaWays.

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 NLAYToN dreamed that he waa
 dsinklng his fill Of water. pura.
 deIsghtzuI 6nfts of fresh water.
 with Rtart he Eegaired con scionsness to dnd himself wet through by torrents of rain that were falltrg into the open boat upon his body and his upturned face. A heavy tropical shower was heating down upOn them. Re GDened his mouth and drank Pre- entiy he was Sd revived and etren ytll- sened that he was enabled to rafse hiEa self upon his hands Across his lae lay M Thuran- A few feet aft Iane Porter was huadled in pitiful little heap in the pttSm cf the boa was quite still Clayton thought that she was dead.
 After infinite labor he released him self from Thuran's pininning body and with renewed strength crawied toyyar1 the girl He raised her head from t1e rough boards of the boats bottom There might De life in that poor starv- ed frame even yet. He could not 1uits abandon all hope. and so he seized water soaked rag and squeezed tne precious drops between the Hwoiien lips
 For some time there was no sign pl returning animation. but at last hia efforts were rewarded by aligne tremor of the half closed lids He chafed the thin hands and forced few more drops of water into the pa1chel throat. The girl opened her eyes. looking up at him for long time be- fore she could recall her surroundine
 Water P she whispered eAre We saved ?'s
 .It is rafnang., he explained. eve may at least drink Already it has re vived us both
 M. ThnranY' she asked "He did not kill you. Is he dead ?s
 "I do not know, replied Clayton He raised his eyes from the body or the man. and as they passed ahove the gunwale of the boat he staggered weakly to his feet with a little cry of joy.
 'sI.and. Janer' he almost shoufed through his cracked lips. Nrhank God Iandr'
 The girl looked, too, and there, not hundred yards away, she saw a yellow beach, and beyond. the luxurious foii age af tropical jungle. They set about reviyfng Thuran. but it required the better part of half an hour befors the Russian evinced sufficient symp- toms of returning consciousness to open his eyes. By this time the boat was scraping gently upon ths sandy bottom
 Between the refreShing water that be had drunk and the stimUlws of renew ed hope. Clayton found strength to stagger through the shallow VI ter Co the shore with a line made fast t0 Che boats bow. This he fastened Co small tree which grew at the top of low bank
 Next he managed to stagger and crawl toward the nearby jungle. where he had seen evidences Of profusi tropical fruit His former e1par ce in the jungle with Tarzan of the Apes had taught him which of the hnal5 growing things were edible, ana atteI nearly an hour of absence he returned to the beach with a little armful or food.
 For a month they lived mon tlt beach in comparative safety As fheft strength returned the two men con structed rude sheItep in the brancher of tree. high enough from the ground to insure safety from fiie larger. beasts of prey. By day they gathered fruits and trapped small rodents; at night they lay covering within their frlil shelter while savage denizens Of tll jungle made hideous the hours ef dark ness.
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