The Dyaks knew of this affrighting hollow, and would not approach any nearer to it than was unavoidable.

Could he twist this circumstance to advantage if Iris and he were still stranded there when the superstitious sea-rovers next put in an appearance?
He would see.
All depended on the girl's strength.

If she gave way now--if, instead of taking instant measures for safety, he were called upon to nurse her through a fever--the outlook became not only desperate but hopeless.
And, whilst he bent his brows in worrying thought, the color was returning to Iris's cheeks, and natural buoyancy to her step.

It is the fault of all men to underrate the marvelous courage and constancy of woman in the face of difficulties and trials.

Jenks was no exception to the rule.
"You do not ask me for any account of my adventures," she said quietly, after watching his perplexed expression in silence for some time.
Her tone almost startled him, its unassumed cheerfulness was so unlooked for.
"No," he answered.