The evening world., 1915-01-05

6lako lal0 Ms cluD on tu0 top u
the ledge. and was about to vault
nose, he saw the print Of q great cat.
like paw. outlined In dried mud. At
the same instant . deep growi came
rumbling down the "fox rum" With
out waiting for q second warning,
Blake drew his club to him. and crept
back down the trail. His stealthy
movements and furtive backward
glances nlled his companion: with
Get out of the trees.-into the
open!" he exclaimed In a hoarse
whisper, and a. they crept away.
white with dread Of the unknown
danger. he followed at their heels,
looking backward, his club raised In
readiness to strike.
Once clear Of the trees, Winthrope
caught Miss Leslie by the hand and
broke into q run. In their terror
they paid no heed to Blake's COM
mand to stop. They had darted on
30 unexpectedly that he did not over
take them short Of a hundred yards.
Hold onl" he said. gripping Win
thrope roughly by tho shoulder. ITS
safe enough here. and you'll knock
out that blamed ankle"
What is it7 What did you seef"
gasped Miss Leslie.
"Eootprint," mumbled Blake.
ashamed Of his fright.
"A lion'sr cried Winthrope.
"Not 20 large-'bout the size Of a
puma's. Must be q leopard's den up
there. heard a growl. and thought
1t about time to clear out"
around the point!"
Withdraw your aunty! There's no
leopard going TO tackle US out here In
open ground this time Of day. The
sneaking tomcat! II only I had a
match; ia show him how We smoke
"Nr. Winthrope spoke Of rubbing
sticks to mako fire." suggested Miss
Leslie.
Make sweat. you mean. But we
may ~ well try 1t now. II we're going
fry eggs. Well 20 back to q shady
place. and pick up sticks on the way"
Though there was shade under the
cliff within some six hundred feet
they had to 70 soma distance to the
nearest dry wood-a dead thorn bush
Here they gathered q quantity OF
branches. even Miss Leslie volunteer
Ing to carry load.
All was thrown down In q hear
near the cii6. and Blake squatted be.
side Il, psnknifs In hand; Havins
sticks. he bored hole In one side and
dropped In . pinch OF powdered bark
Laying the stick In the full glare B,
the sun. he thrust q twig into the
hole. and began To twiri II between
his palms.
THIS movement he kept up for sew.
erai minutes: but whether he wal
unable 10 twiri the twig fast enough
or whether the right kind OF wood
or tinder was lacking. all his snortl
failed 20 produce . spark.
Unwiiiins 10 accept the failure
Winthrops insisted upon trying In
turn. and pride held him 90 the tssl
. until he was drsnched with sweat
The result WAS the same.
Told you so." Jesred Blake from
, where he lay IN the shade. "we''
; stand more chance cracking sipns'
tossthss."
"But what shall We DO nowr askst
Nlss Lsslis. II am becoming YER,
1 tired Of oocoanuts. ana thsrs SEEM
, 20 be nothing else around here. In
deed. I think this is all such a vast
% time. II we had walked strsish
) along ths shore this morning VI
. might have reached q town"
We might, Ma. Jenny. and thsn
! again. We miEhtnt happened q
!, overhaul ths captains ehsrt-Quili
fnans. MoEsmblqus-thsts all 10
Z hundI ads Of miles. Towns on thi
. coast are about ~ thick ~ hem
! teeth"
How sbsu. native viiiasssr ds
msndsd Wlnthrope.
. 'Oh. yes; maybe I'm fool snousi
. 70 % into via nieser ,ovn wi,heu