He was certain the Dyaks would not pass along Turtle Beach if they could help it.

By this time the light was failing.
"That will suffice for the present," he told the girl.

"Tomorrow we will place other sentries in position at strategic points.

Then we can sleep in the Castle with tolerable safety." By the meager light of the tiny lamp they labored sedulously at the rope-ladder until Iris's eyes were closing with sheer weariness.
Neither of them had slept much during the preceding night, and they were both completely tired.
It was with a very weak little smile that the girl bade him "good night," and they were soon wrapped in that sound slumber which comes only from health, hard work, and wholesome fare.
The first streaks of dawn were tipping the opposite crags with roseate tints when the sailor was suddenly aroused by what he believed to be a gunshot.

He could not be sure.