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SYNOPSIS.
The story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss Genevieve
Leslie, an American heiress, Lord Wln
tlirope, an Englishman, and Tom Blake,
t brusque American, were passengers.
The three were tossed upon an uninhab
ited island and were the only ones not
drowned. Blake, shunned on the boat,
because of his roughness, became a hero
as preserver of the helpless pair. The
Englishman was suing tor the hand of
Mis- I.eslie. Winthrope wasted his last
match on a cigarette, for which ho was
■■cored by Blake. All three constructed
hats to shield themselves from the sun.
Vliey th'*n feasted on eocoanuts, the only
if roe t! cable food. Miss I.eslie showed a
'iking for Hlake. hut detested his rough
i!" s. Led by Blake, they established a
I.on ■ in some cliffs. Blake found a fresh
w. ,ev spring. Miss I.eslie faced an un
ji'e: • ant situation. Blake recovered his
Burve; ur's magnifying glass, thus insur
ing lire. 11.* started a jungle tire, killing
u latge leopard and smothering several
-culis in the leopard's cavern they built
ti small home. They gained the cliffs by
l>i:rr : ng the bottom of a tree until it fell
nga nst the heights. The trio secured
■ front the cliffs. Miss I.esiie's white
•I Irt was decided upon as a signal. Miss
i.eslie made a dress from the leopard
skin. Overhearing a conversation be
tween Blake ami Winthrope, Miss I-eslie
> i i;:< frightened. Winthrope became
II (vitli fever. Blake was poisoned by a
I.sl, .ii.l almost died. Jackals attacked
the ■ amp that night, but were driven off
by Genevieve. Blake constructed an ani
ir .. trap. It killed a hyena. On a tour
tin trio discovered honey and oysters.
M..» i.» siie was attacked by a poisonous
fin.!. • Blake killed it and saved its poi
e.'ti t" kill game. For the second time
Wlni; rope was attacked by fever. He
and Blake disagreed. The latter made a
st i-iiv ilimr for tlie private compartment
of Ms Leslie's cave home. A terrible
•etorrn raged that night. Winthrope stole
into her room, but she managed to swing
her iluiir ■lo ii in time. Winthrope was
hadly hurt. He died the following morn
itm The storm tore down their distress
fine so a new one was swung from a
bamboo pole.
CHAPTER XXII.
Understanding and Misunderstanding.
H* N 'the morning she found
Blake scraping energetical
ly at the inner surfaces of
a pair of raw hyena skins.
"So you've killed more game!" she
•exclaimed.
"Game? Xo; hyenas. I hated to
waste good poison on the brutes; but
nothing else showed up, and I need a
new pair of pa—er —trousers."
"Was it not dangerous—great boasts
like these?"
"Not even enough to make it inter
esting. I'd have had some fun,
though, with that confounded lion
when the moon eame up if he hadn't
sneaked off into the grass."
"A lion?"
"Yes. Didn't you hear him? The
Skulking brute prowled around for
hours before the moon rose, when it
was pitch dark. It was mighty lone
«ome, with him yowling down by the
pool. Half a chance and I'd given him
something to yowl about. But it
wasn't any use firing off my arrows in
the dark, and, as I said, he sneaked
off before —"
"Tom —Mr. Blake! —you must not
risk your life!"
"Don't you worry about me. I've
learned how to look out for Tom
Blake. And you can just bank on it
I'm going to look out for Miss Jenny
suppose we take a run out on the cliff
for eggs?"
"I do not wish any to-day, thank
you."
He waited a little, studying her
down-bent face.
"Well," he muttered; "you don't
have to come. I know I oughtn't to
take a moment's time. 1 did quite a
bit. last night; but if you think —"
She glanced up, puzzled. His mean
ing flashed upon her, and she rose.
"Oh, not that! I will come," she
answered, and hastened to prepare
the morning meal.
When they came to the tree-ladder
she found that the heap of stones
built up by Blake to facilitate the first
part of the ascent was now so high
that she could climb into the branches
without difficulty. She surmised that
Blake had found it necessary to build
up the pile before he could ascend
with his burden.
They were at the foot of the heap,
when, with a sharp exclamation, Blake
sprang tip into the branches and
scrambled to the top in hot haste.
Wondering what this might mean,
Miss Leslie followed as fast as she
could. When she reached the top she
saw him running across towards an
out-jutting point on the north edge of
the cliff.
She had hurried after him for more
than half the distance before she per
ceived the vultures that were gath
ered in a solemn circle about a long
and narrow heap of stones on a ledge
down on the sloping brink of the cliff.
While at the foot of the tree Blake
had seen one of the grewsome flock
descending to join the other, and,
fearful of what might be happening,
had rushed on ahead.
At his approach, the croaking watch
ers hopped awkwardly from the ledges
and soared away; only to wheel and
circle back overhead. Miss Leslie
shrank down, shuddering. Blake came
back near her. and began to gather
up the pieces of loose rock which
were Ptrown about beneath the
ledges on that part of the cliff.
"I know I piled up enough," he ox
in respousQ lo her look. "AU
the same, a few more will do no
harm."
"Then you are sure those awful
birds have not —"
"Yes, I'm sure."
He carried an armful of rocks to
lay on the mound. When he began
to gather more she followed his ex
ample. They worked in silence, piling
the rough stones gently one upon an
other, until the cairn had grown to
twice its former size. The air on the
open cliff top was fresher than in the
cleft, and Miss Leslie gave little heed
to the absence of shade. She would
have worked on under the burning sun
without thought of consequences.
But Blake knew the need of modera
tion.
"There; that'll do," he said. "He
may have been —all he was; but we've
no more than done our duty. Now,
we'll stroll out on the point."-
"I should prefer to return."
"No doubt. But it's time you
learned how togo nesting. What If
you should be left alone here? Be
sides, it looks to me like the signal is
tearing loose."
She accompanied him out along the
cliff crest until they stood in the midst
of the bird colony, half deafened by
their harsh clamor. She had never
ventured into their concourse when
alone. Even now she cried out, and
would have retreated before the charp
bills and beating wings had not Blake
walked ahead and kicked the squawk
ing birds out of the path. Having
made certain that the big white flag
was still secure on its staff he led the
way along the seaward brink of the
cliff, pointing out the different kinds
of seafowl and shouting information
about such of their habits and quali
ties as were of concern to hungry cast
aways.
He concluded the lesson by descend
ing a dizzy flight of ledges to rob the
nest of a frigate bird. It was a fool
hardy feat at best, and doubly so in
view of the thousands of eggs lying
all around in the hollows of the cliff
top. But from these Blake had re
cently culled out all the fresh settings
of the frigate birds and none of the
other eggs equaled them in delicacy
of flavor.
"How's that?" he demanded, as he
drew himself up over the edge of the
cliff and handed the big chalky-wliite
egg into her keeping.
"I would rather go without than
see you take such risks," she replied,
coldly.
"You would, eh?" he cried, quite
misunderstanding her, and angered by
what seemed to him a gratuitous re
buff. "Well, I'd rather you'd say
nothing than speak In that tone. If
you don't want the egg heave it over."
Unable to conceive any cause for
his sudden anger, she was alarmed
and drew back, watching him with
sidelong glances.
"What's the matter?" he demanded.
"Think I'm going to bite you?"
She shrank farther away, and did
not answer.
At her call to the noon meal Blake
took his time to respond, and when
be at last came to join her he was
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 1910
morose and taciturn. She met him
with a smile and exerted all her wom
anly tact to conciliate him.
"You must help me eat the egg,"
she said. "I've boiled it hard."
"Rather eat beef," he mumbled.
"But just to please me —when I've
cooked it your way?"
He uttered an inarticulate sound
which she chose to interpret as as
sent. The egg was already shelled.
She cut it exactly in halt' and served
one of the pieces to him with a bit of
warm fat and a pinch of salt. As he
took the dish he raised his sullen
eyes to her face. She met his gaze
with a look of smiling insistence.
"Come now," she said; "please don't
refuse. I'm sorry I was so rude."
"Well, if you feel that way about
it!—not that I care for fancy dishes,"
he responded, gruffly.
"It would be missing half the en
and onions in the same dish."
"I'm sure, Mr. Blake—"
"Beats a burlesque all hollow—Mrs.
Sint-Regis-Waldoff's chop-sooey tea
and young Mrs. Vandam-Jones' auto
cotillon —with us sitting here like
troglodytes, chewing snake-poisoned
antelope, and you in that Kundry
dress—"
"Do you—l was not aware that you
knew about music."
"Don't know a note. But give me
a chance to hear good music and I'm
there if I have to stand in the peanut
gallery."
"Oh, I'm so glad! I'm very, very
fond of music! Have you been to
Bayreuth?"
"Where's that?"
"In Germany. It is where his
operas are given as staged by Wagner
himself. It is indescribably grand
and inspiring—above all, the Par
sifal!"
"I'll most certainly take that In,
even if I have to cut short my en
gagement in this gee-lorious clime —
not but what, when it comes to leopard
ladies —" He paused and surveyed her
with frank admiration.
The blood leaped into her face.
"Oh!" she gasped, "I never dreamed
that even such a man as you would
compare me with —with a creature
like that!"
"Such a man as me!" repeated
Blake, staring. "What do you mean?
I know I'm not much of a ladies' man;
but to be yanked up like this when a
fellow is trying to pay a compliment
—well, it's not just what you'd call
pleasant."
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Blake. I
misunderstood. I—"
"That's all right, Miss Jenny! I
don't ask any lady to beg my pardon.
The only thing is I don't see why you
should flare out at me that way."
For a full minute she sat, with
down-bent head, her face clouded with
doubt and indecision. At last she
bravely raised her eyes to meet his.
"Do you wonder that I a:n not quite
myself?" sho asked. "You should re
member that I have always ha<i the
utmost comforts of life and have been
cared for — Don't you see how t«r
rible it is for me? And then ilie death
of —of —'"
"I can't be sorry for that!"
"But even you felt how terrible it
was—and then— Oh, surely, you must
see how —how embarrassing—"
It was Blake's turn to look down
and hesitate. She studied his face,
her bosom heaving with quick-drawn
breath; but she could make nothing
of his square jaw and firm-set llpa.
His eyes were concealed by the brim
of his leaf hat. When he spoke, seem
ingly it was to change the subject:
"Guess you saw me making my hut.
I'm fixing it so it'll do me even when
It rains."
Had he been the kind of man that
she had been educated to consider as
alone entitled to the name of gentle
man, she could have felt certain that
he had intended the remark for a del
icately worded assurance. But was
Tom Make, for all his blunt kindli
ness, capable of such tact? She
chose to consider that he was.
"It's a cunning little bungalow. But
will not the rain flood you out?"
"It's going to have a raised floor.
You're more like to have the rain
drive in on you again. I'll have to rig
up a porch over your door. It won't
do to stuff up the hole. You've little
enough air as it is. But that can
wait a while. There's other work
more pressing. First, there's the bar
ricade. By the time that's done those
hyena skins will be cured enough to
use. I've got to have new trousers
soon, and new shoes, too."
"I can do the sewing, If you will cut
out the patterns."
"No; I'll take a stagger at It my
self first. I'd rather you'd go egging.
You need to run around more, to keep
in trim."
"I feel quite well now, and I am
growing so strong! The only thing
is this constant heat."
"We'll have to grin and bear It.
After all, it's not so bad, if only wo
can stave off the fever. Another rea
son I want you togo for eggs Is that
you can take your time about it, and
keep a look-out for steamers."
"Then you think —?"
"Don't screw up your hopes too
high. We've little show of being
picked up by a chance boat on a coast
with reefs like this. But I figure that
if I was in your daddy's shoes it'd be
Joyment to eat such a delicacy with
out some one to share It," she said.
Blake looked away without answer.
But she could see that his face was
beginning to clear. Greatly encour
aged, she chatted away as though they
were seated at her father's dinner
table and he was an elderly friend
from the business world whom It was
her duty to entertain.
For a while Blake betrayed little in
terest, confining himself to monosyl
lables except when he commented on
the care with which she had cooked
the various dishes. When she least
expected, he looked up at her, his lips
parted in a broad smile. She stopped
short, for she had been describing her
first social triumphs and his untimely
levity embarrassed her.
"Don't get mad, Miss Jenny," he
said, his eyes twinkling. "You don't
know how funny it seems to sit here
and listen to you talking about those
things. It's like serving up ice cream
high time for me to be cabling a ship
to run up from Natal, or down from
Zanzibar, to look around for jettison,
et cetera."
"I'm sure papa will offer a big re
ward."
"Second the motion! I've a sort
of idea I wouldn't mind coming in for
a reward myself."
"You? Oh, yes; to be sure. Papa
is generous, and he will be grateful
to anyone who —"
"You think I mean his dirty
money!" broke in Blake, hotly.
Her confusion told him that he had
not been mistaken. His face, only
a moment since bright and pleasant,
took on its sullenest frown.
Miss Leslie rose hurriedly and
started along the cleft.
"Hello!" he called. "Not going for
eggs now, are you?"
She did not reply.
"Hang it all, Miss Jenny! Don't go
off like that."
"May I ask you to excuse me, Mr.
Blake? Is that sufficient?"
"Sufficient? It's enough to give a
fellow a chill! Come, now; don't go
off mad. You know I've a quick tem
per. Can't you make allowances?"
"You've—you've no right to look so
angry, even if I did misunderstand
you. You misunderstood me!" She
caught herself up with a half sob. His
silence gave her time to recover her
composure. She continued with ex
cessive politeness: "Need I repeat
my request to be excused, Mr. Blake?"
"No; once is enough! But, honest,
now, 1 didn't mean to be nasty."
"Good-day, Mr. Blake."
"Oh, da-darn it, good-day!" he
groaned.
When, a few minutes later, she re
turned, he was gone. He did not
come back until some time after dark,
when she had withdrawn to her lean
to for the night. His hands were
bleeding from thorn scratches; but
after a hasty supper he went back
down the cieft to build up the new
wall of the barricade with the greal
stack of fresh thorn-brush that to
had gathered during the afternooa
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James H. Ilyslop, the brilliant psy
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