Three years before she had learned the trick from the natives in Hawaii.

The many days of hardship had made her thinner, but never had she been so hardy, so clear eyed, so quick and lithe in her actions.

She had lived precariously, stealing her food at dusk from the tents of the ryots; raw vegetables, plantains, mangoes.

Sometimes she recited verses in order that she might break the oppressive silence which always surrounded her.
She kept carefully out of the way of all human beings, so she had lost all hope of succor from the brown people, who had become so hateful to her as the scavengers of the jungle.

There was something to admire in the tiger, the leopard, the wild elephant; but she placed all natives (perhaps wrongly) in a class with the unclean jackals and hyenas.
Tanned deeply by wind and sun, Kathlyn was darker than many a native woman.