What with the stillness of the night and her sharpened senses she heard it all round the island: she seemed environed with peril, and yet surrounded by desolation.

No one at hand to save her in time from a wild beast.

No one anywhere near except a sick sailor and one she would almost rather die than call singly to her aid, for he had once told her he loved her.
"Oh, papa! Oh, Arthur!" she cried, "are you praying for your poor Helen ?" Then she wept and prayed; and half nerved herself to bear the worst.
Finally, her vague fears completely overmastered her.

Then she had recourse to a stratagem that belongs to her sex--she hid herself from the danger, and the danger from her; she covered herself face and all, and so lay trembling, and longing for the day.
At the first streak of dawn she fled from her place of torture, and after plunging her face and hands in the river, which did her a world of good, she went off and entered the jungle, and searched it closely, so far as she could penetrate it.

Soon she heard "Miss Rolleston" called in anxious tones.