Deppingham looked again and again at the red coat on the sloping shoulders of their guardian, and marvelled not a little at the vastness of the British dominion.

He recalled his red hunting coat in one of the bags ahead, and mentally resolved to wear it on all occasions--perhaps going so far as to cut off its tails if necessary.
At last they came to the end of the sunlit street and plunged into the shady road that ascended the slope through what seemed to be an absolutely unbroken though gorgeous jungle.

The cool green depths looked most alluring to the sun-baked travellers; they could almost imagine that they heard the dripping of fountains, the gurgling of rivulets, so like paradise was the prospect ahead.

Lady Agnes could not restrain her cries of delighted amazement.
"It's like this all over the island, your ladyship," volunteered Mr.
Bowles, mopping his brow in a most unmilitary way.

"Except at the mines and back there in the town." "Where are the mines ?" asked Deppingham.
"The company's biggest mines are seven or eight miles eastward, as the crow flies, quite at the other side of the island.