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SYNOPSIS.
The story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss Genevieve
Leslie, an American heiress, Lord Win
thrope, an Englishman, and Tom Blake,
a brusque American, were passengers.
The three were tossed upon an uninhab
ited island and were the only ones not
drowned. Blake recovered from a drunk
en stupor. Blake, shunned on the boat,
because of his roughness, became a hero
an preserver of the helpless pair. The
Knglishman was suing for the hand of
Miss Leslie. Blake started to swiin back
wo the ship to recover what was left.
(<] 31al(e returned safely. Wintliropo wasted
his last match on a cigarette, for which
he was st ored by Blake. Their lirst meal
was a dead tlsh. The trio started a ten
mii" hike for higher land. Thirst at
tacked them. Blake was compelled to
carry Miss Leslie on account of weari
ness lie taunted Winthrope. They en
tered the jungle.
CHAPTER V—Continued.
"You'd find those thorns a whole lot
"Worse," muttered Blake.
"To be sure; and Miss Leslie fully
appreciates your kindness," interposed
Winthrope.
"1 do indeed, Mr. Blake! I'm sure I
never could go through here without
•your coat."
"That's all right. Got the handker
chief?"
"1 put it in one of the pockets."
"It'll do to tie up your hair."
Miss Leslie took the suggestion,
knotting the big square of linen over
her fluffy brown hair.
Blake waited only for her to draw
out the kerchief before ho began to
force a way through the jungle. Now
and then he beat at the tangled vege
tation with his club. Though he held
to the line by which he had loft the
thicket, yet all his efforts failed to
open an easy passage for the others.
Many of the thorny branches sprang
back into place behind him, and as
Miss Leslie, who was the first to fol
low, sought to thrust them aside the
thorns pierced her delicate skin until
her hands were covered with blood.
Nor did Winthrope, stumbling and hob
bling behind her, fare any better.
Twice he tripped headlong into the
brush, scratching his arms and face.
Blake took his own punishment as
a matter of course, though his tougher
and thicker skin made his injuries less
palnfnl. He advanced steadily along
the lir.e of bent and broken twigs that
marked his outward passage, until the
thicket opened on a strip of grassy
ground beneath a wild fig-tree.
"By Jove!" exclaimed Winthrope,
"a banyan!"
"Banyan? Well, if that's British for
a daisy, you've hit it," responded
Blake. "Just take a squint up here.
Mow's that for a roost?"
Winthrope and Miss Leslie stared up
dubiously at the edge of a bed of
reeds gathered in the hollow of one of
the huge flattened branches at its
Junction with the main trunk of the
(banyan. 20 feet above them.
"Will not the mosquitoes pester us
here among the trees?" objected Win
thrope.
"Storm must have blown 'em away.
I haven't seen any yet."
"There will be millions after sun
eat."
"Maybe; but I bet they keep below
bur roost."
"But how are we to *et up so high?"
inquired Miss Leslie.
"1 can swarm th!.\ - root, and
I've a creeper ready f two," ex
plain* (l Blake.
Suiting action to words, in. climbed
up the small trunk of the air root and
swung over into the hollow where he
had piled the reeds. Across the
broad limb dangled a rope-like creeper,
one end of which he had fastened to a
branch higher up. He flung down the
free end to Winthrope.
"Look lively, Pat," he called. "The
sun's most, gone, and twilight don't
last all night in these parts. Get the
line around Miss Leslie, and do what
you can on a boost."
"J see; but, you know, the vine is
too stiff to tie."
Blake stifled an oath and jerked the
end of the creeper up into his hand.
When he threw it down again it was
loop d around and fastened in a bow
line knot.
"Now, Miss Leslie, get aboard and
we'll have yon up in a jiffy," he said.
"Are you sure you can lift me?"
asked the girl, as Winthrope slipped
the loop over her shoulders.
Blake laughed down at them. "Well,
J guess yes! Once hoisted a fellow out
of a 00-foot prospect hole—big fat
Dutchman at that. You don't weigh
over 120."
He had stretched out across the
broadest part of the branch. As Miss
Leslie seated herself in the loop ho
reached down and began to haul up on
the creeper, hand over hand. Though
frightened by the novel manner of as
cent the girl clung tightly to the line
above her head, and Blake had no dif
ficulty in raising her until she swung
directly beneath him. Here, how
ever, he found himself in a quandary.
The girl scorned as helpless as a child,
and he was lying ilat. How could he
left her above the level of the branch?
"Take hold the other line," he said.
The girl hesitated. "Do you hear?
Grab it quick, and pull up hard if you
don't want a tumble!"
I'lin girl seized the part of the
crer j er was fastened above and
drew herself up with convulsive en
ergy. Instantly Blake rose to his
kD.'Bes, sici grasping the taut creeper
"It's Only a Beast That's Killed Something Down Below."
with one hand reached down with the
other to swing the girl up beside him
on the branch.
"All right, Miss Jenny," he reas
sured her as he felt her tremble. "Sor
ry to scare you, but I couldn't have
made it without. Now, if you'll just
hold down my legs we soon hoist
his ludship."
He had seated her in the broadest
part of the shallow hollow, where the
branch joined the main trunk of the
fig. Heaped with the reeds which he
had gathered during the afternoon it
made such a cozy shelter that she
at once forgot her dizziness and fright.
■ Nestling among the reeds, she leaned
over and pressed down on his ankles
with all her strength.
The loose end of the creeper had
■ fallen to the ground when IJlake lifted
her upon the branch and Winthrope
' was already slipping into the loop,
niake ordered him to take It off and
send up the club. As the creeper was
again flung down a black shadow
[ swept over the jungle.
"Hello! Sunset!" called Blake
"Look sharp, there!"
I "All ready," responded Winthrope.
I Blake drew in a full breath, and be
s gan to hoist. The position was an
: awkward one, and Winthrope weighed
, 30 or 40 pounds more than Miss Les
i lie. But as the Englishman came
5 within reach of the descending loop
he grasped it and did what he could
) to ease Blake's efforts. A few mo
t ments found him as high above the
5 ground as Blake could raise him.
L Without waiting for orders, he swung
himself upon the upper part of the
5 creeper and climbed the last few feet
unaided. Blake grunted with satisfac
-3 tion as ho pulled him in upon the
. branch.
3 "You may do, after all," he said.
- "At any rate, we're all aboard for the
night; and none too soon. Hear that?"
1 "What?"
"IJon, I guess— Not that yelping.
" Listen!"
1 The brief twilight was already fading
into the darkness of a moonless night,
, and as the three crouched together in
t their shallow nest they were soon
t made audibly aware of the savage na
l ture of their surroundings. With the
gathering night the jungle wakened
3 into full life. From all sides came the
s harsh squawking of birds, the weird
a cries of monkeys and other small crea-
I tares, the crash of heavy animals
i moving through the jungle, and above
>- all the yelp and h<)wl and roa; 1 of
c beasts of prey.
After some contention with Win
= thrope, Blake conceded that the roars
of his lion might be nothing worse
• than the porting of the hippopotami
'• as they came out to browse for the
L ' night. In this, however, there was
• small comfort, since Winthrope pres
'• ently reasserted his belief in the
' climbing ability of leopards, and ex-
II pressed his opinion that, whether or
not there wore lions in the neighbor
e hood, certain of the barking roars they
could hear came from the throats of
the spotted climbers. Even Blake's
• hair bristled as his imagination pic
r tured one of the irwat. cats creeping 1
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1909.
upon them in the darkness from the
far end of their nest limb, or leaping
down out of the upper branches.
The nerves of all three were at their
highest tension when a dark form
swept past through the air within a
yard of their faces. Miss Leslie ut
tered a stifled scream and Blake
brandished his club. But Winthrope,
who had caught a glimpse of the crea
ture's shape, broke into a nervous
laugh.
"It's only a fruit bat," he explained.
"They feed on the banyan figs, you
know."
In the reaction from this false alarm,
both men relaxed and began to yield
to the effects of the tramp across the
mud flats. Arranging the reeds as
best they could they stretched out on
either side of Miss Leslie and fell
asleep in the middle of an argument
on how the prospective leopard was
mostly likely to attack.
Miss Leslie remained awake for
two or three hours longer. Naturally
she was more nervous than her com
panions, and she had been refreshed
by her afternoon's nap. Her nervous
ness was not entirely due to the wild
beasts. Though Blake had taken pains
to secure himself and his companions
in loops of the creeper, fastened to
the branch above, Winthrope moved
about so restlessly in his sleep that
the girl feared he would roll from the
hollow.
At last her limbs became so
cramped that she was compelled to
change her position. She leaned
back upon her elbow, determined to
rise again and maintain her watch
the moment she was rested. But
sleep was close upon her. There was
a lull in the louder noises of the jun
gle. Her eyes closed, and her head
sank lower. In a little time it was ly
ing upon Wintlirope's shoulder and she
was fast asleep.
As Blake had asserted, the mos
quitoes had either been blown away
by the cyclone or did not fly to such
a height. None came to trouble the
exhausted sleepers.
CHAPTER VI.
Man and Gentleman.
IK T /?>
| iGHT had almost passed, and
I all three, soothed by the re
* freshing coolness which pre
ceded the dawn, were sleeping their
soundest, when a sudden fierce roar
followed instantly by a piercing squeal
caused even Blake to start up in panic.
Miss Leslie, too terrified to scream,
clung to Winthrope, who crouched ou
his haunches, little less overcome.
Blake was the first to recover and
puzzle out the meaning of the crashing
in the jungle and the ferocious growls
directly beneath them.
"Lie still," he whispered. "We're
»!1 right, it's only a beast that killed
something down below us."
All sat listening, and as the noise of I
the animals in the thfolcet died away
Uiey could hear the beast beneath
them tear at the body o£ Its victim.
i. —.
"The air feels like dawn," whispered
Winthrope. "We'll soon be able to see
the brute."
"And he us," rejoined Blake.
In this both were mistaken. During
the brief false dawn they were puz
zled by the odd appearance of the
ground. The sudden flood of full day
light found them staring down into a
dense white fog.
"So they have that here!" mut
tered Blake —"fever-fog!"
"Beastly shame!" echoed Winthrope.
"I'm sure the creature has gone off."
This assertion was met by an out
burst of snarls and yells that made all
start back and crouch down again in
their sheltering hollow. As before
Blake was the first to recover.
"Bet you're right," he said. "The
big one has gone off, and a pack cf
these African coyotes are having a
scrap over the bones."
"You mean jackals. It sounds like
the nasty beasts."
"If it wasn't for that fog I'd go down
and get our share of the game."
"Would it not be very dangerous,
Mr. Blake?" asked Miss Leslie. "What
a fearful noise!"
"I've chased coyotes off a calf with a
rope; but that's not the proposition.
You don't find me fooling around in
that sewer gas of a fog. We'll roost
right where we are till the sun dors
for it. We've got enough malaria in
us already."
"Will it be long, Blake?" asked Win
thrope.
"Huh? Getting hungry this quick?
Wait till you've tramped around a
week, with nothing to eat but your
shoes."
"Surely, Mr. Blake, It will not be so
bad!" protested Miss Leslie.
"Sorry, Miss Jenny; but cocoantit
palms don't blow over every day, and
when those nuts are gone what are we
going to do for the next meal?"
"Could we not make bows?" sug
gested Winthrope. "There seems to
be no end of game about."
"Bows —and arrows without points!
Neither of us could hit a barn door,
anyway."
"We could practice."
"Sure —six weeks' training on fclr
pudding. I can do better with a hand
ful of stones."
"Then we should go at once to the
cliffs," said Miss Leslie.
"Now you're talking—and it's PlUe
Peak or bust for ours. Here's one
night to the good; but we won't last
many more if we don't get fire. It'o
flints we're after now."
"Could we not make fire by rubbing
sticks'" said Winthrope, recalling his
suggestion of the previous morning.
"I've heard that natives have no
trouble—"
"So've I, and what's more, I've seen,
'em do it. Never could make a go of
it myself, though."
"But if you remember how it in
done we have at least some chance—"
"Give you ten to one odds! No; we'll
scratch around lor a flint good and
plenty before we waste time that
way.''
"The mist is going," observed Misfl
Leslie.
"That's no lie. Now for our coyotea.
Where's my club?"
"They've all left," said Winthrope,
peering down. "I can see the ground
clearly, and there is not a sign of tho
beasts."
"There are the bones —what's left of
them," added Blake. "It's a small deer,
I suppose. Well, here goes."
He threw down his club and dropped
the loose end of the creeper after it.
As the line straightened ho twisted the
upper part around his leg and was
about to slide to the ground when h©
remembered Miss Leslie.
"Think you can make it alone?" hs
asked.
The girl held up her hands, sore and
swollen from the lacerations of the
thorns. Blake looked at them,
frowned, and turned to Winthrope.
"Um! you got it, too, and In tho
face," he grunted. "How's your
ankle?"
Winthrope wriggled his foot about
and felt the injured ankle.
"I fancy it is much better," he an
swered. "There seems to be no swell
ing, and there is no pain now."
"That's lucky; though it will tune
up later. Take a slide, now. We've
got to hustle our breakfast and find
a way to get over the river."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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