The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-05-14

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had taught him which of the many
growing things were edible, and after
nearly an hour Of absence he returned
to the beach with a little armful Of
food.
For a month they lived upon the
beach in comparative safety. As their
strength returned the two men con-
structed rude shelter in the branches
Of tree, high enough from the ground
to insure safety from the larger beasts
Of prey. BY day they gathered fruits
and trapped small rodents; at night
they lay covering within their frail
shelter while savage denizens of the
jungle made hideous the hours Of dark
ness
They slept upon filters Of jungle
grasses, and for covering at night Jane
Porter had only an old ulster that be-
l0nged to Clayton, the same garment
that he had worn upon that memorable
trip to the Wisconsin woods. Clayton
had erected frail partition Of boughs
to divide their arb0real shelter into two
rooms, one for the girl and the other
for NJ. Thuran and himself
From the first the Russian had ex-
hibited every trait of his true charac-
-selfishness, bOorishness, arrogance.
cowardice. Twice had he and Clayton
come to blows because of Thuran's at
titude toward the girl. The existence
Of the Englishman and his fiancee was;
one continual nightmare of horror, and
yet they lived on in hope of ultimate
rescue
Jane POrter's thoughts often reverted
to her other experience on this savage
shore. All. II the invincible forest god
of that dead past were but with them
now! She could not well refrain from
comparing the scant protection afford
ed her by Clayton with what she might
have expected had Tarzan Of the Apes
been for single instant confronted by
the sinister and menacing attitude of
NJ. Thuran.
A scant five miles north Of their rude
shelter, all unknown to them and prac-
tically as remote as though separated
by thousands of miles Of impenetrable
jungle, lay the snug little cabin Of Tar
Fan of the Apes, while farther up the
coast, a few miles beyond the cabin, in
crude but well built shelters, lived a
little party of eighteen souls-the occu-
pants Of the three boats from the Lady
Alice from which Clayton's boat had
become separated.
Over a smooth sea they had rowed to
the mainland in less than three days.
None of the horrors of shipwreck had
been theirs, and, though depressed by
sorrow and suffering from the shock
Of the catastrophe and the unaccus-
toned hardships of their new exist
ence, there was none much the worse
for the experience.
All were buoyed by the hope that the
fourth boat had been picked up and
that a thorough search Of the coast
would be quickly made. AS all the
firearms and ammunition on the yacht
had been placed in Lord Tennington's
boat, the party was well equipped for
defense and for hunting the larger
game for food.
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter was
their only immediate anxiety. Fully
assured in his own mind that his
daughter had been picked up by pass
ing steamer, he gave over the last ves-
tige Of apprehension concerning her
welfare and devoted his giant intellect
solely to the consideration Of those
momentous and abstruse scientific
problems which he considered the only
proper food for thought in one Of his
erudition. His mind appeared blank to
the influence of all extraneous matters
"Never," said the exhausted Mr..
Samuel T. Philander to Lord Tenning-
ton, "never has Professor Porter been
more difficult er-I might say impos-
sible. Why, only this morning, after /
had been forced to relinquish my sur
VIGILANCE for brief half hour, he was
entirely missing upon my return. And,