"Oh, Mr.Thurstan," she cried, clinging to his arm in her terror, "what does it all mean?
Are they going to hurt us?
Are these savages coming over?
Are they coming to kill us ?" Felix grasped his trusty knife hard in his right hand, and swallowed a groan, as he looked tenderly down upon her.

"Muriel," he said, forgetting in the excitement of the moment the little conventionalities and courtesies of civilized life, "if they are, trust me, you never shall fall alive into their cruel hands.

Sooner than that--" he held up the knife significantly, with its open blade before her.
The poor girl clung to him harder still, with a ghastly shudder.

"Oh, it's terrible, terrible," she cried, turning deadly pale.

Then, after a short pause, she added, "But I would rather have it so.