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SYNOPSIS.
The story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss <o ncvleve
Leslie. an Vmcrlcan heir> Lad Win
thrope, an Kngllshman, and Tom Blake,
» brusque American, were passengers.
The three were tossed upon an Uninhab
ited Island and wire the only ones not
drowned. Blake recovered from a drunk
en stupor Blake, shunned on the boat,
because of his roughness, I i came a h< ro
RS preserver of tin helpless pair. The
F'nslishmnn was suing tor the hand of
Miss Leslie, Blake started to swim back
to the ship to recover what was left.
Blake returned safely. Winthrope wasted
his last match on a cigarette, for which
he was scored by Blake. Their first meal
was a dead ilsh. The trio started a ten
mile hike for higher land. Thirst at
tacked them. Blake was compelled to
carry Miss Leslie 011 account of weari
ness. He taunted Winthrope. They en
tered the Jungle. That night was passed
roosting high In a tree. The next morn
ing they descended to the open again.
All three constructed hats to shield them
selves from the sun. They then feasted
»n eocoanuts, the only procurable food.
Miss Leslie showed a liking for Blake, !
but detested his roughness. by Blake I
they established a home in some cliffs, j
CHAPTER Vl.—Continued.
Along the south side of the cliff the
►ea extended in twice as far as on the
north. From the end of the talus the
coast trended off four or five miles to;
the south-southwest In a shallow
bight, whose southern extremity was
bounded by a second limestone head
land. This ridge ran inland parallel
to the first., and from a point, some lit
tle distance back from the shore was
covered with a growth of leafless
trees.
Between the two ridges lay a plain,
open along the shore, but a short dis
tance inland covered with a jungle
of tall yellow grass, above which, i
here and there, rose the tops of scrub
by, leafless trees and the graceful
crests of slender-shafted palins.!
Blake's attention was drawn to the,
latter by that feeling of artificiality
which their exotic appearance so often
wakens in the mind of the northern
bred man even after long residence in
the tropics. But in a moment he
turned away with a growl. "More of
those darned feather-dusters!" He
was not looking for palms.
The last ragged bit of cloud, with
Its showery accompaniment, drifted
p«st before the breeze which followed
the squall, and the end of the storm
was proclaimed by a deafening chorus
of squawks and screams along the
higher ledges of the cliff. Staring up
ward, Blake for the first time observed
fhat the face of the cliff swarmed with
peafowl.
"That's luck!" he muttered. "Guess
I haven't forgot how to rob nests. Bet
our fine lady'll shy at sucking them
raw! All Ihe same, she'll have to if
I don't run across other rock than this,
poor girl!"
He advanced again along Ihe talus,
and did not stop until he reached the
ssind beach. There he halted to make
a careful examination, not only of the
loose debris, but of the solid rock
above. Finding no sign of flint or
quartz, he growled out a curse and
backed off along the beach to get a
view of the cliff top. From a point a
little beyond him, outward to the ex
tremity of the headland, he could see
that the tipper ledges and the crest
of the cliff, as well, were fairly
crowded with seafowl and their nests.
His smile of satisfaction broadened
when he glanced inland and saw, less
than half a mile distant, a wooded
cleft which apparently ran up to the
summit of the ridge. From a point
near the top a gigantic baobab tree
towered up against the skyline like a
Brobdingnagian cabbage.
"Say, we may have a run for our
money, after all," he murmured.
"Shade, and no end of grub, and, by
the green of those trees, a spring—
limestone water at that. Nex,t thing,
I'll find a flint!"
lie slapped his leg, and both sound
and feeling reminded him that his
clothes were drenched.
"Guess we'll wait about that flint,"
he paid, and he made for a clump of
thorn scrub a little way inland.
As the tall grass did not grow here
within a mile of the shore, there was
nothing to obstruct him. The creeping
plants which during the rainy season
had matted over the sandy soil were
now leafless and withered by the heat
of the dry season. Even the thorn
scrub wa3 half bare of leaves.
Blake walked around the clump to
the shadiest side, and began to strip.
In quick succession one garment after
another was flung across a branch
where the sun would strike it. Last
nf all, the shoes were emptied of rain
water and set out 10 dry. Without a
pause, he then gave himself a quick,
light rub-down, just sufficient to in
vigorate Ihe skin without starting the
perspiration.
Physically the man was magnificent.
His muscles were wiry aud compact,
rather than bulky, and as he moved
they played beneath his white skin
with the smoothness and ease of a
tiger's.
After the rub-down he squatted on
Bis heels and spent some time trying
to bend his palm-leaf hat back into
ehapo. When he had placed this also
out in the sun he found himself be
ginning to yawn. The dry, sultry air
had made him drowsy. A touch with
his bare foot sUowed him that the
•and beneath the thorn bush had al
ready absorbed the rain and offered a
surf..c« lie glanced >1 round, drew
"You Beastly Cad!"
his club nearer and stretched himself
out for a nap.
CHAPTER VIII.
The Club Age.
|| T was past two o'clock when
-zgjrjM-l the sun, striking in where
Blake lay outstretched, be
gan to scorch one of his legs. He
stirred uneasily, and sat upright. I/ike
a sailor, he was wide awake the mo
ment he opened his eyes. He stood
up and peered around through the half
leafless branches.
Over the water thousands of gulls
and terns, boobies and cormorants
were skimming and diving, while
above them a number of graceful frigate
birds —those swart, scarlet-throated pi
rales of the air—hung poised, ready to
swoop down and rob the weaker birds
of their fish. All about the headland
and the surrounding water was life
in fullest action. Even from where
ho stood Blake could hear the
harsh clamor of the seafowl.
In marked contrast to this scene the
plain was apparently lifeless. When
Blake rose, a small brown lizard
darted away across the sand. Other
wise there was neither sight nor
sound of a living creature. Blake pon
dered this as he gathered his clothes
into the shade and began to dress.
"Looks like the siesta is the all
round style in this God-forsaken hole,"
he grumbled. "Haven't seen so much
as a rabbit, nor even one land bird.
May be a drought—no; must be the
dry season— Whee, these things are
hot! I'm thirsty as a shark. Now,
where's that softy and her ladyship?
'Fraid she's in for a tough time!"
He drew on his shoes with a jerk,
growled at their stiffness, and, club
in hand, stepped clear of the brush to
look for his companions. The first
glance along the foot of the cliff
showed him Winthrope lying under the
shade of the overhanging ledges, a few
yards beyond the sand beach. Of
Miss Leslie there was no sign. Half
alarmed by this, Blake started for the
beach with his swinging stride. Win
thrope was awake, and on Blake's ap
proach, sat up to greet him.
"Hello!" he called. "Where have
you been all this time?"
"'Sleep. Where's Miss Leslie?"
"She's around the point."
Blake grinned mockingly. "Indeed!
But I fawney she won't be for long."
He would have passed on, but Win
trope stepped before hint
"Don't go out there, Blake," he pro
tested. "I —ah —think it would be bet
ter if I went."
"Why?" demanded Blake.
Winthrope hesitated; but an impa
tient movement by Blake forced an
answer: "Well, you remember, this
morning, telling us to dry our clothes."
"Yes; I remember," said Blake. "So
you want to serve as lady's valet?"
Winthrope's plump face turned a
sickly yellow.
"I —ah—valet?— What do you mean,
sir? I protest—l do not understand
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1909
you!" he stammered. Hut In the midst,
catching sight of Blake's bewildered
stare, he suddenly flushed crimson,
and burst out in unrestrained anger:
"You —yoii bounder —you beastly cad!
Any man with an ounce of decency—"
Blake uttered a jeering laugh—
"Wow! Hark, how the British lion
r-r-ro-ars when his tail's twisted!"
"You beastly cad!" repeated the
Englishman, now purple with rage.
Blake's unpleasant pleasantry gave
place to a scowl. His jaw thrust out
like a bulldog's, and he bent towards
Winthrope with a menacing look. For
a moment the Englishman faced him,
sustained by his anger. But there was
a steely light in Blake's eyes that he
could not withstand. Wlnthrope's de
fiant stare wavered and fell. He
shrank back, the color, fast ebbing
from his cheeks.
"Ugh!" growled Blake. "Guess you
won't blat any more about cads! You
damned hypocrite! Maybe I'm not
onto how you've been hanging around
Miss Leslie just because she's an
heiress. Anything Is fair enough for
you swells. But let a fellow so much
as open his mouth about your exalted
set, and it's perfectly dreadful, you
know!"
He paused for a reply. Winthrope
only drew back a step farther and
eyed him with a furtive, sidelong
glance. This brought Blake back to
his mocking jeer. "You'll learn, Pat,
me b'y. There's lots of things'll show
up different to you before we get
through this picnic. For one thing,
I'm boss here —president, congress and
supreme court. Understand?"
"By what right, may I ask?" mur
mured Winthrope.
"Right!" answered Blake.' "That
hasn't anything to do with the ques
tion —It's might. Back in civilized
parts your little crowd has the drop
on my big crowd and runs things 10
suit themselves. But here we're sort
of reverted to primitive society. This
happens to be the Club Age and I'm
the Man with the Big Stick. See?"
"I myself sympathize with the lower
classes, Mr. Blake. Above all, I think
it barbarous the way they punish one
who is forced by circumstances to
appropriate part of the ill-gotten gains
of the rich upstarts. But do you be
lieve, Mr. Blake, that brute strength—"
"You bet.! Now shut up. Wliere're
the cocoanuts?"
Winthrope picked up two nuts and
handed them over.
"There were only live," he ex
plained.
"All right. I'm no captain of In
dustry."
"Ah, true; you said we had reverted
to barbarism," rejoined Winthrope,
venturing an attempt at sarcasm.
"Lucky for you!" retorted Blake.
"But where's Miss Leslie all this
time? Her clothes must have dried
hours ago."
"They did. We had luncheon togeth
er just this side of the point."
"Oh, you did! Then why shouldn't
I go for her?"
"I —I —there was a shaded pool
around the point, and she thought a
dip in tho salt water would refresh
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her. She went not more than half an
hour ago."
"So that's it. Well, while I eat you
go and call her —and say, you keep
this side the point. I'm looking out
for Miss Leslie now."
\Vinthroj)e hurried away, clenching
his lists and almost weeping with im
potent rage. Truly, matters were now
very different from what they had
been aboard ship. Fortunately he had
not gone a dozen steps before Miss
Leslie appeared around the corner of
the cliff. Ho was scrambling .along
over the loose stones of the slope
without the slightest consideration for
his ankle. The girl, more thoughtful,
waved to him to wait for her where
he was.
As she approached, Blake's frown
gave place to a look that made his
face positively pleasant. He had al
ready drained the cocoanuts; now ho
proceeded to smash the shells Into
small bits, that he might eat the meat,
and at the same time keep his gaze
on the girl. The cliff foot being well
shaded by the towering wall of rock,
she had taken off his coat and was
carrying It on her arm; so that there
was nothing to mar the effect of her
dainty openwork waist, with its elbow
sleeves and graceful collar and the
lilmy veil of lace over the shoulders
and bosom. Her skirt had been washed
clean by the rain, and she had man
aged to stretch It into shape before
drying.
Refreshed by a nap In the forenoon
and by her salt-water dip, she showed
more vivacity thau at any time that
Winthrope could remember during
their acquaintance. Her suffering dur
ing and since the storm had left its
mark in the dark circles beneath her
hazel eyes, but this in no wise
lessened their brightness; while the
elasticity of her step showed that she
had quite recovered her well-bred ease
and grace of movement.
She bowed and smiled to the two
men impartially. "Good-afternoon,
gentlemen."
"Same to you, Miss Leslie!" re
sponded Blake, staring at her with
frank admiration. "You look fresh as
a daisy."
Genial and sincere as was his tone,
the familiarity jarred on her sensitive
ear. She colored as she turned from
him.
"Is there anything new, Mr. Win
thrope?" she asked.
"I'm afraid not, Miss Genevieve. Like
ourselves, Blake took a nap."
"Yes; but Blake first took a squint
at the scenery. Just see if you've got
everything, and fix your hats. We'll
be in the sun for half a mile or so.
Better get on the coat, Miss Leslie.
It's hotter than yesterday."
"Permit me," said Winthrope.
Blake watched while the English
man held the coat for the girl and
rather fussily raised the collar about
her neck and turned back the sleeves,
which extended beyond the tips of her
fingers. The American's face was
stolid; but his glance took in every lit
tle look and act of his companions.
He was not altogether unversed in the
ways of good society, and it seemed
to him that the Englishman was some
what overassiduous in his attentions.
"All ready, Blake," remarked Win
thrope, finally, with a last lingering
touch.
"'Bout time!" grunted Blake.
"You're fussy as a tailor. Got the
flask and cigarette case and the
knife?"
"All safe, sir—er—all safe, Blake."
"Then you two follow me slow
enough not to worry that ankle. I
don't want any more of the pack-mule
in mine."
"Where are we going, Mr. Blake?"
exclaimed Miss Leslie. "You will not
leave us again!"
"It's only a half-mile, Miss Jenny.
There's a break in the ridge. I'm go
ing on ahead to And if it's hard to
climb."
"But why should be climb?"
"Food, for one thing. You see, this
| end of the cliff is covered with sea
birds. Another thing, I expect to strike
a spring."
"Oh, I hope you do! The water in
the rain pools is already warm."
(TO EE CONTINUED.)
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