The evening world., 1915-01-07

nuts are only . little way ahead now.
Here; rive me the pot" o..
They soon came 70 . small grove Of
coooanut palms, whore Blake threw
down his club apd bow and handed
his burning glass 70 Miss Leslie.
Here" he said. you and Win start
a nre. It's early yet, but I'm thinking
,,:w w:,,! all be ready enough for oyster
"Mow about the nsasr asked Miss
Keep that TN later. Her. goes
Selecting one Of the smaller palms,
Blake spat on his hands, end began
to climb the slender trunk. Aided by
previous experiences, he mounted
steadily to the top. The descent was
made with even more care and stsadl-
ness, for he did not wish to tear the
skin from his hands again.
Now. Win.". he said ~ he neaSed
the bottom and sprape down. '1eavs
some Of those nuts. You won't
moron have time TO do II before the
stew is ready"
winthrope's response was to draw
out his pen knife. Blake stretched
himself at ease In the shade, but kept
a critical eye on his companions. Al
though winthrope's fingers tremblsd
with weakness, he worked with Q
precision and rapidity that drew q
grunt OF approval from Blake. Pres
entity Miss Leslie. who had been STIR
ring the stow with q twig. threw IN
a little salt. and drew the pot from
the hre.
EN- avant, gentlemeni Dinner Il
rallaA sra
Whats thatf' demanded Blake
"oh. sure. Hold on. Miss Jenny
You'1l dump II ALL"
He wrapped . wisp OF grass about
the pot and flled the three cocoanut
bowls. The stow was boiling hot;
but they fished up the oysters win
the bamboo forks that Blake had
carved some days since. by the time
| tho oysters were eaten the liquor u
the bowl was cool enough TO drink
The process was repeated until the
Say, but that was something like.
murmured Blake. II only we'd hat
pretxels and beer to 20 with II! Bu'
these nuts won't be bad"
When they finished the cocoAnuti
Winthrope asked for q drink Of water
Would It not be best to keep II un,
I'll iaterf" replied Miss Leslie.
"Sure," put In Blake. We've hat
enough liquid rcfreshments to do an,
one. II don't look out you'll boti
be drinking river water. Just bear II
pair OF gravestones. No; that naSl
has got to do you TIL We get home
don't shin UP any more tslssrApl
poles to-day"
"Would Il not be best for Mr.. win
thrope to rest during the noon hours r
"'Fraid not, Miss Jenny. We'r,
not on t'othsP side Of Jordan yet. an<
there's no rest for tho weary thi.
side"
". .'yn:. y: &c sdd expressions you use
rJust giving you the reverse ap
plication Of one Of those song
they Jolly US with In the missio'
I'm sure. Mr.. Blake
Me. too. MiAs Jenny! 30. a. that
settled. wen be moving. Chuck SOM
live Goals In the pot and como on"
He started of. weapons In hand
Winthrope made q langutd effort 4
take possession Of the pot. But Ms
Leslie pushedShim aside and. wrap
ping all In the antelope skin. slunj
II upon her back.
"The brute" exclaimed winthrops
ITO leave such q load for you, whel
he knew that can do 90 littie!"
The girl met his outburst with |
brave attempt at . smile. "Plsas
try to look at the bright side. Nj
WINTHROP. Really. believe h,
thinks II is best for us TO exert our
selves"
''He has other opinions with whicl
We Of the cultured class would hard,,
agree. Miss Leslie. Consider his com
mand that We shall 20 thirsty until
he permits us to return to the cliffs
The mans tmpertinsnce u tntoier
able. ! shall 20 to the river AM
drink when choose"
"Oh. but thssAangsr Of malaria!"
fever. comes only from the bite o
certain species of mosquitoes. II ~
have the fever. II will be entirely hi
fault. We have been bitten repeat
edly this morning. and all becaus
he must compel us 10 come with hir
to this infected iowland."
"Still. I think We should DO wha
Mr.. Blake says"
My dear Miss 0ensvieve. for you
sake I will endeavor not 70 brsa
with the fellow. Only. you know,
when one considsrs what q bounde
what an unmitisated cad~
stop! win hot listen TO asothe
word" exclaimed the girl. and Oh
hurried after Blake, leaving Win
thrope staring In sstonishmsnt.
MY word" hs muttered: "oaa
he. after all I've dons--and him. q
all the low Fellows
lie stood for several moments 4,
deep thought. The look on his ssilo'
face was far from pleasant.