6 iiHOT HIE iMnfWMSßffi 'WV & \<£Sm BEjmer M >'W#' lu.MTmioiMfiYHAYmam \ MMBf'-. A /X ---Vrr CO PYMifrr /9o» er A.c AtiCio/>c t* Co. I QJIiIJI 11/ \ aJ S - ' ■* * One Moment After Another Passed, and He Stood Poised for the Shock. SYNOPSIS. The story opens with the shipwreck of the steamer on which Miss Genevieve Leslie, nn American heiress, Lord Win thrope, an Kngiishman, and Tom Blake, « brusque American, were passengers. The three were tossed upon an uninhab ited island and were the only ones not drowned. Blake recovered l'roin a drunk en stupor. Blake, shunned on the boat, because of his roughness, became a hero ae preserver of the helpless pair. The Englishman was suing for the hand of Mies Leslie. Blake started to swim back to the ship to recover what was left. Blake returned safely. W5 nth rope wasted his last match on a cigarette, for which he was scored by Blake. Their tirst meal * a. a dead flsh. The trio started a ten mile hike for higher land. Thirst at tacked them. Blake was compelled to carry Miss Leslie on account of weari ness He taunted Wintlirope. 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 feasti'd on cocoanuts. the only procurable food. Miss Leslie showed a liking for Blake, but detested his roughness. Led by Blake thev established a home in some cliffs. Blake found a fresh water spring. Miss Leslie faced an unpleasant situation. They planned their campaign. Blake re iovemhu9 Injuring tire, lie started a jungle fir e CHAPTER IX.—Continued. Blake picked a path along the edge of the rill, where the moist vegetation, thoush scorched, had refused to burn. After the first abrupt ledge, up which Blake had to drag his companions, the ;ascent wa3 easy. But as they climbed around an outjntting corner of the steep right wall of the cleft Blake mutiered a curse of disappointment. Tie could now see that the cleft did not run to the top of the cliff, but through it, like a tiny box canyon. The sides rose sheer and smooth as walls. Midway, at the highest point of the cleft, the baobab towered high above the ridge crest, its gigantic trunk filling a third of the breadth of the little gorge. Unfortunately it stood close to the loft wall. "Here's luck for you!" growled Make. "Why couldn't the blamed old tree have grown on tlio other side? We might have found a way to climb it. Guess we'll have to smoke out another leopard. We're no nearer those birds' nests than we were yes terday." "By Jove, look here!" exclaimed Winthrope. "This is our chance for iintelope! Here by the spring are bamboos —real bamboos —and only half the thicket burned." "What of them?" demanded Blake. "Bows—arrows —and did you not agree that they would make knives?" "Umph—we'll see. What i 3 it, Miss Jenny?" "Isn't that a hole in the big tree?" ' Looks like it. These baobabs are often hollow." "Perhaps that is where the leopard t>.ul bis den," added Winthrope. "Shouldn't wonder. We'll go and see." "But, Mr. Blake," protested the girl, "may there not be other leopards?" "Might have been; but I'li bet they \'t out with the other. Look how the tree is scorched. Must have been etaeks of dry brush around the hole, 'nough to smoke out a fireman. We'll look and see if (hey left any soup bones lying around. First, though, here's your driik, Miss Jenny." As he spoke, Blake kicked aside some smouldering branches and led the way t» the crevice whence the spring trickled from the rock into a shallow stone basin. When all had drunk their fill of the clear cool water T?lake took up his club and walked ■straight across to the baobab. Less than 30 steps brought l'im to the nar row opening in the trunk of the huge tree. At first he could make out noth ing in the dimly lit. interior; but the fetid, catty odor was enough to con vince hi:n that he had found the leopards' den. He caught the vague outlines of a long body, crouched five or six yards away, on »lie far side of the hollow. He sprang back, his club brandished to strike. But the expected attack did not follow. Blake glanced about as though considering the advisability of a retreat. Winthrope and Miss Leslie were staring at hitn, white-faced. The sight of their terror seemed to spur hitn to dare-devil bravado; though his actions may rather have been duo to the fact that he realized the futility of flight, and so rose to the requirements of the situation —the grim need to stand and face the danger. "Get behind the bamboos!" he called, and as they hurriedly obeyed, he caught up a stone and flung it in at the crouching beast. He heard the missile strike with a soft thud that told him he had not missed his mark, and he swung up his ■club in both hands. Given half a chance he would smash the skull of the female as he had crushed her blinded mate. One moment after an other passed, and he stood poised for the shock, tense and scowling. Not so much as a snarl came from within. The truth flashed upon him. "Smothered!" he yelled. The other saw him dart in through the hole. A moment later two limp grayish bodies were flung out into the open. Immediately after Blake reap peared. dragging the body of the moth er leopard. "It's all right; they're dead!" cried Winthrope, and he ran forward to look at the bodies. Miss Leslie followed, hardly less curious. "Are they all dead, Mr. Blake?" she inquired. • "Wiped out —whole family. The old cat stayed by her kittens, and all smotherod together—lucky for us! Get busy with those bamboos, Win, I'm going to have these skins, and the sooner we get the cub meat, hung up and curing, the better for us." "Leopard meat again!" rejoined Winthrope. "Spring leopard, young and tender! What more could you ask? Get a move on you." "Can I do anything," Mr. Blake?" asked Miss Leslie. "Hunt a shady spot." "But I really mean it." "Well, if that's straight, you might goon along the gully, and see If there's any place to get to the top. You could pick up sticks on the way back, if any are left. We'll have to fumigate this tree hole before we adopt it for a residence." "Will it be long before you finish with your—with the bodies?" "Well, now, look here, Miss Jenny; it's going to be a mess, and I wouldft't mind hauling the carcasses clear down the gully, out of sight, if it was to be the only time. I3ut it's not, and you have got to get used to it, sooner or later. So we'll start now." "I suppose, if I must, Mr. Blake — Really, I wish to help." "Good. That's something like! Think you can learn to cook?" • "See what I did this morning." Blake took the cord of cocoanut fi ber which she held out to him, and tested its strength. "Well, I'll be blessed!" he said. "This is something like. If you don't look out, you'll make quite a camp mate, Miss Jenny. But now, trot along. This is hardly arctic weather, and our abattoir don't include a cold storage plant. The sooner these lambs are dressed, the better." CHAPTER X. Problems in Woodcraft. T WAS no pleasant sight that met Miss Leslie's gaze upon her return. The neatest of butchering can hardly be termed aesthetic; and Blake and Win thrope lacked both skill and tools. Be tween the penknife and an improvised blade of bamboo, they had flayed the two cubs and haggled off the flesh. The ragged strips, spitted on bamboo rods, were already searing in the fierce sun-rays. Miss Leslie would have slipped into the hollow of the baobab with her armful of fagots and brush; but Blake waved a bloody knife above the body of the mother leopard, and beckoned the girl to come nearer. "Hold on a minute, please," he said. "What did you find out?" Miss Leslie drew a few iteps near CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1909. er, and forced herself to look at (he revolting sight. She found it still more diflicult to withstand the odor of the fresh blood. Winthrope was pale and nauseated. The sight of his dis tress caused the girl to forget her own loathing. She drew a deep breath, and succeeded in countering Blake's expectant look with a half-smile. "How well are you getting along!" she exclaimed. "Didn't think you could stand it. Rut you've got grit all right, if you are a lady," Blake said admiringly. "Say, you'll make it yet! Now, how about the gully?" "There is no place to climb up. It runs along like this, and then slopes down. Hut there is a cliff at the end, as high as these walls." "Twenty feet," muttered Rlake. "Confound the luck. It isn't that jump-off; but how in—how are we going to get up on the cliff? There's an everlasting lot of omelettes in those birds' nests. If only that, bloom in' —how's that, Win, me b'y?—that bloomin', blawsted baobab was on t'other side. The wood's almost soft as punk. We could drive in pegs, and climb up the trunk." "There are other trees beyond it," remarked Miss Leslie. "Then maybe we can shin up—" "I fear the branches that overhang the cliff are too slender to bear any weight." "And it's too infernally high to climb up to this overhanging baobab limb." "I say," ventured Winthrope, "if we had an ax, now, we might cut up one of the trees, and make a ladder." "Oh, yes; and if we had a ladder, we might climb up the cliff!" "But, Mr. lilake, is there not some way to cut down one of the trees? The tree itself would be a ladder if it fell in such a way as to lean against the cliff." "There's only the penknife," an swered Blake. "So I guess we'll have to scratch eggs off our menu card Spring leopard for ours! Now, if you really want to help, you might scrape the soup bones out of your boudoir, and fetch a lot more brush. It'll take a big lire to rid the hole of that cat smell." "Will not the tree burn?" "No; these hollow baobabs have green bark on the inside as well as out. Funny thing, that! We'd have to keep a Are going a long time to burn through." "Yet it would burn In time?" "Yes; but we're not going to—" "Then why not burn through the trunk of one of tlioso small trees, in stead of chopping it down?" "By—heck, Miss Jenny, you've got an American headpiece! Come on. Sooner, we get the thing started, the better." Neither Winthrope nor Miss Leslie was reluctant to leave the vicinity of the carcasses. They followed close after Blake, around the monstrous bole of the baobab. A little beyond it stood a group of slender trees, whose trunks averaged eight inches at the has*. Blake stopped at the second one, which grew nearest to the sea ward side of the cleft. "Here's our ladder," he said. "Get some firewood. Pound tho bushes, though, before you go poking into them. May be snakes here." "Snakes?--oh!" cried Miss Leslie, and she stood shuddering at the dan ger she had already incurred. The fire had burnt Itself out on a bare ledge of rock between them and the baobab, and the clumps of dry brush left standing in this end of the cleft were very suggestive of snakes, now that Blake had called attention to the possibility of their presence. He laughed at his hesitating com panions. "Goon, goon! Don't squeal till you're bit. Most snakes hike out, if you give them half a chance. Take a. stick each of you, and pound the bushes." Thus urged, bolh started to work. But neither ventured into the thicker clumps. When they returned, with large armfuls of sticks and twigs, they found that Hlako had used his glass to light a handful of dry bark, out in the sun, and was nursing it In to a small fire at the base of the tree, on the side next the cliff, "Now, Miss Jenny," he directed, "you're to keep this going—not too big a fire—understand? Same time you can keep on fetching brush to fumi gate your cat hole. It needs It, all right." ' . . , "Will not. that be rather too much for Miss Leslie?" asked Winthrope. "Woll, if she'd rather come and rub brains ori the skins, —Indian tan, you know —or —" • "How can you mention such things before a lady?" protested Winthropo "Beg your pardon, Miss Leslie! you see, I'm not much used to ladies' com pany. Anyway, you've got to see and hear about these things. And now I'll have to get the strings for Win'a bamboo bows. Come on, Win. We've got that old tabby to peel, and a lot more besides." Miss Leslie's first Impulse was to protest against being left alone, when at any moment some awful venom ous serpent might come darting at her out of the brush or the crevices in the rocks. ,But her half-parted lip* drew firmly together, and after a mo ment's hesitancy, she forced herself to the task which had been assigned her. The fire, once started, requirod little attention. She could give most of her time to gathering brush for the fumigation of the leopard den. She had collected quite a heap of fuel at the entrance of the hollow, when she remembered that the place would first have to be cleared of its accumulation of bones. A glance at her companions showed that they were in the midst of tasks even more revolting. It was certainly disagree able to do such things; yet, as Mr. Blake had said, others had to do them. It was now her time to learn. She could see him smile at her hesitation. Stung by the thought of hia half contemptuous pity, she caught up a forked stick, and forced herself to en ter the tree-cave. The stench met her like a blow. It nauseated and all but overpowered her. She stood for sev eral moments in the center of tho cav ity, sick and faint. Had it been even the previous day, she would have run out Into the open air. Presently she grew a little more ac customed to the stench, and began to rake over the soft, dry mold of the den floor with her forked stick. Bor.es!—who had ever dreamed of such a mess of bones? — big bones and little bones and skulls; old bones dry and almost buried; moldy bones; bones still half-covered with bits ol flesh and gristle—the remnants of the leopard family's last meal. At last all were scraped out and flung in a heap, three or foir yards away from the entrance. Miss Leo- He looked at the result of her labor with a satisfied glance, followed by n sigh of relief. Between the heat and her unwonted exercise, she was great ly fatigued. She stepped around to a shadier spot to rest. With a start she remembered the fire. When she reached it there wer« only a few dying embers left. She gathered dead leaves and shreds of fibrous inner bark, and knelt beside the dull coals to blow them into life. She could not bear the thought of hav ing to confess her carelessness to Blake. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Drudgery in the Kitcnen. The path of progress is clear. 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