She wished that he had resumed his song, for she thought she had never heard one so beautiful.

Because she did not feel safe in descending until he was well out of the way, and because she was so comfortable lying there in the afternoon sunshine watching the birds and listening to them, she continued on there, glancing now and then at where the creek entered and where it left her range of vision, to make sure that no one else should come and catch her.
Suddenly sounded a voice from somewhere behind her: "Hey, Nell! I'm coming!" She sprang to her feet, faced about; and Crusoe was not more agitated when he saw the print of the naked foot on his island's strand.

The straw hat with the flapping brim was just lifting above the edge of the rock at the opposite side, where the path was.

She could not escape; the shelf offered no hiding place.
Now the young man was stepping to the level, panting loudly.
"Gee, what a climb for a hot day!" he cried.

"Where are you ?" With that he was looking at Susan, less than twenty yards away and drawn up defiantly.