He always, stood square on his feet when the volcano within him fired his blood.
"No, by God!" he almost shouted.

"I will break the spell.

I am sent here by Providence, not to search for gold but to save a woman's life, and if all the devils of China and Malay are in league against me I will beat them!" The sound of his own voice startled him.

He had no notion that he was so hysterical.

Promptly his British phlegm throttled the demonstration.
He was rather ashamed of it.
What was all the fuss about?
With a barrow-load of gold he could not buy an instant's safety for Iris, not to mention himself.