"We must pray that God will direct our friends to this island.

Otherwise we may not be found for a year, as unhappily the fishermen who once came here now avoid the place.

They have been frightened by the contents of the hollow behind the cliff.

I am glad you have solved the difficulty unaided, Miss Deane.

I have striven at times to be coarse, even brutal, towards you, but my heart flinched from the task of telling you the possible period of your imprisonment." Then Iris, for the first time in many days, wept bitterly, and Jenks, blind to the true cause of her emotion, picked up a rifle to which, in spare moments, he had affixed a curious device, and walked slowly across Prospect Park towards the half-obliterated road leading to the Valley of Death.
The girl watched him disappear among the trees.