"Time to pull that bell-rope when the danger was present or imminent," she thought to herself.

"The thing will come smelling about before it attacks me, and then I will pull the bell;" and so she passed an hour of agony.
Next morning, at daybreak, Hazel met her just issuing from her hut, and pointing to his net told her he was going to forage; and would she be good enough to make the fire and have boiling water ready?
he was sorry to trouble her; but poor Welch was worse this morning.

Miss Rolleston cut short his excuses.

"Pray do not take me for a child; of course I will light the fire, and boil the water.

Only I have no lucifer matches." "Here are two," said he.