"But I'll wall them out all the same," said he.
"Pray do," said Helen.

"Wall them out first, and disprove them afterward; I shall be better able to believe they don't exist when they are well walled out--much." Hazel went to work, and with her assistance laid cocoa-pods two wide and three deep, outside the northern and western sides of her leafy bower, and he promised to complete the walls by the same means in two days more.
They all then supped together, and, to oblige him, she ate a little of the terrapin, and, when they parted for the night, she thanked him, and said, with a deep blush, "You have been a good friend to me--of late." He colored high, and his eyes sparkled with delight; and she noticed, and almost wished she had kept her gratitude to herself.
That night, what with her bell-rope and her little bit of a wall, she was somewhat less timorous, and went to sleep early.
But even in sleep she was watchful, and she was awakened by a slight sound in the neighborhood of the boat.
She lay watching, but did not stir.
Presently she heard a footstep.
With a stifled cry she bounded up, and her first impulse was to rush out of the tent.

But she conquered this, and, gliding to the south side of her bower, she peered through the palm-leaves, and the first thing she saw was the figure of a man standing between her and the boat.
She drew her breath hard.

The outline of the man was somewhat indistinct.
But it was not a savage.

The man was clothed; and his stature betrayed him.
He stood still for some time.