If I wake in the night I can always tell whether or not you are in the next room.

So I dressed and came out." "Ah!" he said, quietly.

"Evidently I snore." This explanation killed romance.
Iris retreated and the sailor, tired out at last, managed to close his weary eyes.
Next morning he hastily constructed a pole of sufficient length and strong enough to bear his weight, by tying two sturdy young trees together with ropes.

Iris helped him to raise it against the face of the precipice, and he at once climbed to the ledge.
Here he found his observations of the previous night abundantly verified.

The ledge was even wider than he dared to hope, nearly ten feet deep in one part, and it sloped sharply downwards from the outer lip of the rock.