Not the tiniest crab or fish was to be seen.

It provided an ideal bath.
Iris was overjoyed.

She pointed towards their habitation.
"Mr.Jenks," she said, "I will be with you at tea-time." He gathered all the tins he was able to carry and strode off, enjoining her to fire her revolver if for the slightest reason she wanted assistance, and giving a parting warning that if she delayed too long he would come and shout to her.
"I wonder," said the girl to herself, watching his retreating figure, "what he is afraid of.

Surely by this time we have exhausted the unpleasant surprises of the island.

Anyhow, now for a splash!" She was hardly in the water before she began to be afraid on account of Jenks.