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ne morning, bright and early, I came on the big python in the act of swallowing a baby antelope. It gave me a horrid start and set me thinking. How long could the island support a menagerie? What would the meat-eaters do when they'd killed off all the easy meat--finished up the deer and antelopes and all? Would they fight it out among themselves--big tiger eat little tiger--until only the fittest one survived? And what would that fittest one do if he got good and hungry and began to think that I'd make a square meal for him--or Ivy? I reached two conclusions--and the cave about the same time. First, I wouldn't tell Ivy I was scared. Second, I'd make fire by friction or otherwise--or bust. Once I got fire, I'd never let it go out. I set to work with the firesticks right off, and Ivy came and stood by and looked on. "Never saw you put so much elbow-grease into anything," she said. "What's the matter with you, anyway?" "It's a game," I grunted, "and these two fellows will have me beat if I don't look lively." "Right Bower," she says then, slow and deliberate, "I can see you're upside down about something. Tell Ivy." "Look," says I--"smoke! I never got it so quick before." I spun the pointed stick between the palms of my hands harder than ever and gloated over the wisp of smoke that came from where it was boring into the flat stick. "Make a bow," says Ivy. "Loop the bowstring round the hand-piece and you'll get more friction with less work." "By gorry!" says I; "you're right. I remember a picture in a geography--'Native Drilling a Conch Shell.' Fool that I am to forget!" "Guess you and I learned out of the same geography," said Ivy. "Only I didn't learn," said I. "I'm off to cut something tough to make the bow." "Don't go far," she says. "Why not?" said I--the sporty way a man does when he pretends that he's going to take a night off with the boys and play poker. "Because," she says smiling, "I'm afraid the beasts will get me while you're gone." "Rats!" says I. "Tigers!" says she. "Oh, Right, you unplumbable old idiot! Do you think you can come into this cave and hide anything from me under that transparent face of yours? The minute you came in and hemmed and hawed, and said as you had nothing to do you guessed you'd have a go with the firesticks--I knew. What scared you?" I surrendered and told her. "... And then," she said, "you think maybe they'll hurt--us?" I nodded. "Why, it'
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