6 jF®n> HE IFMFffiBISjS jmaear _ u ( z..c mmmm AMES V. M?:M£T iimmnow w PAY WJZHJ copyRiCMT /»f« i>- AC/wrtwc «■ C«. C,—^ « * . SYNOPSIS. The story open* with the shipwreck of tho steamer on which Miss (Jenevleve 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, shunned on the boat, because of his roughness, became a hero u preserver of the helpless puir. The Englishman w is suing for the hand of Miss Leslie. Winthrope wasted liis last match on a cigarette, for which he was scored by Blake. All three constructed hats to shield themselves from the sun. They th»n feasted on eocoanuts, the only procurable food. Miss Leslie faced an un pleasant situation. Blake recovered his surveyor's magnifying glass, thus insur ing tire. He started a Jungle fire, killing a luge leopard anil smothering several cf.hs. In the leopard's cavern they built a small home. They gained the cliffs by brming the bottom of a tree until it fell atruinst the heights. The trio secured eg;:* from the cliffs. Miss Leslie's white C i :t was decided upon as a signal. Miss 1.. i.e made a dress from the leopard skin. Overhearing a conversation be tivc n Blake and Winthrope, Miss I/eslle beenmo frightened. Winthrope became >ll with fever. Blake was poisoned by a Plsl and almost died. Jackals attacked the camp that night, but were driven off J.v lienevievo. Blake constructed an ani lu:ii trap. It killed a hyena. On a tour t •• 'riu discovered honey and oysters. M •• Leslie was attacked by a poisonous eiiile. Blake killed it and saved its pol so'i to kill game. For the second time W nihrope was attacked by fever. He n" l Blake disagreed. The latter made a door for the private compartment <>: Miss Leslie's cave home. A terrible st- rni raged that night. Winthrope stole Im • • > her room, but she managed to swing ; • : door closed in time. Wi/ithrope was .1.•<(!>• hurt. He died the following morn -I'irf Ti.e storm tore down their distress :I so a new one was swung from a h.'r iioo pole. Miss Leslie helped in cov eitue Winthrope's grave with stones. Genevieve took a strong liking to Blake. CHAPTER XXlll.—Continued. Miss Leslie looked away, visibly distressed. She had not been reared nicer the French method. Young as she was, she had fluttered at will about the borders of the garden of vice, knowing well that the gaudy blosr.oms were lures to entice one into the pitfall. Yet never before had she caught so clear a glimpse of the slimy depths. "That's it!" growled Blake. "Throw use down cold just because I'm square enough to tell you straight out. You make me tired! I'm not one of the work-ox sort, that can chew the cud all the year round and cork the blood out of (heir brains. I've got to cut loose from the infernal grind once in a while, and barring a chance now and then at opera, there's never been any thing but a spree—" "Oh. but that's so dreadfully shock ing. Mr. Blake!" "And then like all the other little hypocrites, you'll go and marry one of those swrdl dudes who's made that sort of thing his business, and every body knows it, but it's all politely un derstood to've been sub rosa, so it's all right, because he knows how to part liis name in the middle and —" "Please, please stop, Mr. Blake! You don't know how cruel you are!" "Cruel? Suppose I told you about the millionaire cur that — Oh, now, don't, go and cry! Please don't cry, Kiss .fenny! I wouldn't hurt your fceliags for the world! I didn't mean anything cut of the way, really I didn't! It's only that when I get to thinking of—of things, It sets me half crazy. And now, can't you see how It's going to be ten times worse for me after —with you so altogether be yond me—" He stopped short, flushed, and stammered lamely: *'l—l didn't mean to say that!" She looked down, no less embar rassed. "Please let us talk of something «lso," she murmured. "It has been «uch a pleasant morning, until you— (uiuil we began this silly discussion." "All right, all right! Only mop up the dewdrops and we'll turn on the «un machine. I really didn't mean to rip out I hat way at all. But, you see, the thing's been rankling in me ever since we came aboard ship at the Cape, and Winthrope and Lady Bay rose had my seat changed so 1 couldn't sec you— Not that I hold any thing against them now—" "Mr. lilake, 1 suppose you know that this African coast is particularly dangerous for women. So far I have escaped the fever. Hut you yourself eaid that the longer the attack is de layed the worse it will be." Blake's face darkened and he turned to stare inland along the ridge. She hat! flicked him on the raw, and he thought that Hhe had done so inten tionally. "You think I haven't tried—that I've been shamming!" he burst out bit terly. "You're right. There's the one chance— But I couldn't leave you till the barricade was finished, and it's been only a few days since— All the ■ame, I oughtn't to 'vo waited a day. I'll start it to-morrow." "What? Start what?" 'A catamaran. 1 can rig one up in ■hort order that, with a skin sail and an outrigger, will do fairly well to coast along Inside the reefs —barring squalls Worst thing is that it's all 112 guess whether the nearest settle ment is up the coast or down." "And you can think of going and leaving me all alone here!" "That's better .ban letting you risk two-to one chances on feeding the sharks." "But you'd be risking it!" Blake uttered a short harsh laugh. "What's the difference?" he paused c u,".meat; tb >a added, with grim r. 1 I I lillll—■ I—ll Aiwi-wtwiitimi /-N J "Tom!" She Cried, Struggling to Her Knees, —"Tom!" humor: "Anyway, they'll have earned a meal by the time they get me chewed up." "You sha'n't go!" "Oh, I don't know. We'll see about It to-morrow. There's a grove of co coanuts yonder. Come on, and I'll get some nuts. I can't see any water around here, and It would be dry eat ing, with only the flask." CHAPTER XXIV. A Lion Lead* Them. fIE palm grove stood under the lee of the ridge on a stretch of bare ground. Oth er than seaward, the open space was hemmed In by grass Jungle, Inter spersed with clumps of thorn-brush. On the north side a jutting corner of the tall, yellow spear-grass curved out and around, with the point of the hook some 50 yards from the palms. Else where the distance to the jungle was nearly twice as far. Blake dropped the bag and his weapons, flung down his hat and started up a palm shaft. The down pointing bristles of his skin trousers aided his grip. Though the lofty crown of the palm was swaying in the wind he reached the top and was down again before Miss Leslie had arranged the contents of the lunch bag. "Guess you're not extra hungry," he remarked. She made no response. "Mad, eh? Well, toss me the little knife. Mine has got too good a meat edge to spoil on these husks." "It was very kind of you to climb for the nuts, and the wind blowing so hard up there," she said, as she handed over the penknife. "I am not angry. It is only that I feel tired and depressed. I hope I am not going to be —" "No; you're not going to have the fever, or any such thing! You're played out, that's all. I'm a fool for bringing you so far. You'll be all right after you eat and rest. Here; drink this cocoa milk." She drained the nut, and, upon his insistence, made a pretense at eating. He was deceived until, with the satis fying of his first keen hunger, he again became observant. "Say, that won't do!" he exclaimed. "Look at your bowl. You haven't nib bled enough to keep a mouse alive." "Really, I am not hungry. But I am resting." "Try another nut. I'll have one ready in two shakes." He caught his hat, which was drag ging past in a downward eddy of the wind, and weighted it with a cocoa nut He wedged another nut be tween his knees and bent over it, tearing at the husk. It took him only a few moments to strip the fiber from the end and gouge open the germ hole. He held out the nut and glanced up to meet her smile of acceptance. She was staring past him, her eyes wide with terror, and the color fast receding from her fae CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 10, 1910 "What In — Another snake?" he demanded, twisting warily about to glare at the ground behind him. "There—over in the grass!" she whispered. "It looked out at me with terrible, savage eyes!" "Snake?—that far off?" "No, no!—a monster—a huge, fierce beast!" "Beast?" echoed Blake, grasping his bow and arrows. "Where is he? May be only one of these African buffaloes. How'd he look? —horns?" "I—l didn't see any. It was all shaggy, and yellow like the grass, and terrible eyes—Oh!" The girl's scream was met by a fe rocious, snarling roar, so deep and prolonged that the air quivered and the very ground seemed to shake. "God! —a lion!" cried Blake, the hair on his bare head bristling like a startled animal's. He turned squarely about toward the ridge, his bow half drawn. Had the lion shown himself then Blake would have shot on the instant. As it was, the beast remained behind the screening border of grass, where he could watch his intended quarry with out being seen in turn. The delay gave Blake time for reflection. He spoke sharply, as It were biting off his words: "Hit out. I'll stop the bluffer." "I can't. Oh, I'm afraid!" Again the hidden beast gave voice to his mighty rumbling challenge. Still he did not appear, and Blake at tempted a derisive jeer: "Hey, there, louder! We've not run yet!- It's all right, little woman. The skulking sneak is trying to bluff us. 'Fraid to come out if we don't stampede. He'll make off when he finds we don't scare. Lions never tackle men in the day time. Just keep cool a while. He'll—" "Look!—there to the right!—l saw him again! He's creeping around! See the grass move!" "That's only the wind. It eddies down—God! he is stalking around. Trying to take us from behind—curse him! Ho may get me, but I'll get him, too —the dirty sneak!" The blood had flowed back into Blake's face, and showed on each cheek in a little red patch. His broad chest rose and fell slowly to deep respirations; his eyes glowed like balls of white-hot steel. He drew his bow a little tauter and wheeled slow ly to keep the arrow pointed at the slight wave in tho grass which marked the stealthy movements of the lion. Miss Leslie, more terrified with every added moment of suspense, cringed around, that she might keep him be tween her and the hidden beast. Minute after minute dragged by. Only a man of Blake's obstinate, sul len temperament could have withstood tbo strain and kept cool. Even he found the impulse to leap up and run all but irresistible. Miss Leslie crouched behind him, no more able to run than a mouse with which a cat has been playing. Ouce thoy caught a glimpse of the sinuous tawny form gliding among the leafless stems of a thorn clump. Make took quick aim; but the outlines of the boast were indistinct and the range long. He hesitated, and the opportunity was lost. Yard by yard they watched the slight swaying of the grass tops which betrayed the cautious advance of the grim stalker. The beast did not roar again. Having failed to flush his game, he was seeking to catch them off their guard, or perhaps was warily taking stock of the strange creatures, whose like he had never seen. Now and then there was a pause, and the grass tops swayed only to the down-puffs of the heightening gale. At such moments the two grew rigid, watching and waiting in breathless suspense. They could see, as distinct ly as though there had been no screen ing grass, the baleful eyes of tho huge cat and the shaggy forebody as the beast stood still and glared out at them. Then the sinuous wave would start on again around the grass border, and Blake would draw in a deep breath and mutter a wor<f of encouragement to the girl: "Look, now—the dirty sneak! Trying to give us the creeps, is he? I'll creeps him! 'Fraid to show his pretty mug!" Not until the beast had circled half around the glade did his purpose flash upon Blake. With the wariness of all savage hunters, the animal had marked out the spur of jungle on the north side, where he could creep closer to his quarry before leaping from cover. "The damned sneak!" growled Blake. "You there, Jenny?" She could not speak, but he heard her gasp. "Brace up, little woman! Where's your grit? You're out of this deal, anyway. Ile'll choke to death swal lowing me— But say; couldn't you manage to shin up a palm, 20 feet or so, and hang on for a couple of min utes?" "I—can't move—l am—" "Make a try! It'll give me a run for my money. I'll take the next ele vator after you. That'll bring the bluffer out on the hot-foot. I slip a surprise between his ribs and we view the scenery while he's passing in his checks. Come; make a spurt! He's around the turn and getting nearer every step." "I can't —Tom —there is no need that both of us— You climb up—" He turned about as the meaning of her whisper dawned upon him. Her eyes were shining with the ecstasy of self-sacrifice. It was only the glance of an instant; then he was again facing the jungle. "God! You think I'd do that!" She made no reply. There was a pause. Blake—cvouched on one knee, tense and alert—waited until the sinister wave w*s advancing into the point of the incurved jungle. Then he spoke, in a low, even tone: "Feel if my glass is there." Her hand reached around and pressed against the fob pocket which lie had sewn in the belt of his skin trousers. "Right. Now slip my club up under my elbow —big end. Lick on the nose'll stop a dog or a bull. It's a chance." She thrust the club under his right elbow and he gripped it against his side. At that moment the lion bounded from cover, with a roar like a clap of thunder. Blake sprang erect. The beast checked himself In the act of leaping, and crouched with his great paws outstretched, every hooked claw thrust out ready to tear and mangle. In two or three bounds he could have leaped upon Blake and crushed him with a single stroke of his paw. As he rose to repeat his deafening roar it seemed to Blake that he stood higher than a horse —that his mouth gaped wide as the end of a hogshead. And yet the beast stood hesitating, re strained by brute dread of the un known. Never before had any animal that he had hunted reared up to meet his attack in this strange manner. "Lie flat!" commanded Blake; "lie flat, and don't move! I'm going to call his bluff. Keep still till the poison gets in its work. I'll keep him busy long as I can. When it's over, hit out for home along the beach. Keep inside the barricade, and watch all you can from the clilfs. Might light a fire up there nights. There's sure to bo a steamer before long—" "Tom!" she cried, struggling to her knees —"Tom!" Hut lie did not pause or look around. He was beginning to circle slowly to tlie left across the open ground, in a spiral curve that would bring liiin to the edge of the jungle within 30 yards of the lion. There was red now showing in his eyes. Ilia hair was bristling, no longer with fear, but with sheer brute fury; his lips were drawn back l'rom the clenched teeth; his nostrils distended and quiv ering; his forehead wrinkled like that of an angry mastiff. His look was more ferocious than that of the snarling beast he faced. All thf primeval in him was roused. 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