I once read of a French lady being killed during an earthquake because she insisted on going into a falling house to rescue that portion of her hair which usually rested on the dressing-table whilst she was asleep." "I happen to know," he said, "that you are personally unqualified to emulate her example." She laughed merrily, so lightly did yesterday's adventure sit upon her.
The allusion to her disheveled state when they were thrown ashore by the typhoon simply impressed her as amusing.

Thus quickly had she become inured to the strange circumstances of a new life.
"I withdraw the threat and substitute a more genuine plea--curiosity," she cried.
"Then you will be gratified promptly.

These are our sentinels.

Come with me to allot his post to the most distant one." He picked up a faggot with its queer attachment, shouldered a Lee-Metford, and smiled when he saw the business-like air with which Iris slung a revolver around her waist.
They walked rapidly to Smugglers' Cove, and the girl soon perceived the ingenuity of his automatic signal.

He securely bound the block of wood to a tree where it was hidden by the undergrowth.