It was not pleasant to be thus suddenly reminded of pitfalls that might exist in England; meanwhile, here was the launch thrusting her nose into the mud and shingle of this malevolent island.
To his further annoyance, San Benavides, who depended on his compatriot for a summary of the latest scheme, asked Iris to accompany De Sylva and himself to the hut.
"They are stupid creatures, these peasants," he said.

"When they see you they will not be frightened." There was so much reason in the statement that Iris was a ready volunteer.

Soon all hands were at work, and it was due to the girl's forethought that strips of linen were procured from Luisa Gomez, and healing herbs applied to the cuts and bruises of the injured men.
Sylva was all for leaving the two soldiers on the island, but Coke's sailor-like acumen prevented the commission of that blunder.
"No, that will never do," he said, with irritating offhandness.

"These jokers will be found at daylight, an' they'll be able to say exactly wot time we quit.

The wimmin can make out they was scared stiff an' darsent stir.