With the open-air life a new agility seemed to have come into my limbs.

With a single leap in my alligator sandals I was enabled to spring into a coco-nut tree.
As for Edith Croyden, I can only say that as she stood beside me on the beach in her suit of black goatskin (she had chosen the black spots) there were times when I felt like seizing her in the frenzy of my passion and hurling her into the sea.

Fur always acts on me just like that.
It was at the opening of the fifth week of our life upon the island that a new and more surprising turn was given to our adventure.

It arose out of a certain curiosity, harmless enough, on Edith Croyden's part.

"Mr.
Borus," she said one morning, "I should like so much to see the rest of our island.