The other passengers, a hazy and quite uninteresting lot, quickly went down; all save one, a coarse, swaggering youth with too much self-possession whom I need not name.

He, too, sprang over the rail, but, nearing the beach, a justly enraged providence intervened and he was bitten neatly in two by a famished and adroit shark.
With some interest I watched his blood stain the lucid green waters, but it was soon over.

Then I bore my fainting burden to the dry sands and revived her with cocoanut milk and breadfruit, while the natives crowded respectfully about and made us their king and queen on the spot.

We lived there forever.

How flat of sound were it to say that we lived happily! And yet I doubt if Solon Denney ever suspected me of aspiring to be his rival.