Cameron County press. (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, October 07, 1909, Page 6, Image 6
6 Dot® HE IPMMISSS ,BX RV.U Mosmr ° I AMES S, REWXET tamTiVMM fi'Yh'AY WAITOH {QPYHicur ,»o& ay AC/VJC<I/*C 4< Co. i 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.) Sounds Which Carry at Sea. 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