He was breathing so hard that for a moment he found it impossible to speak but in his eyes there was a look that told his unbounded gratitude.

They were clear, fearless eyes, with the blue glint of steel in them and, as he held out his hands to Nathaniel, they were luminous with the joy of his deliverance.
"Thank you, Captain Plum!" He spoke his companion's name with the assurance of one who had known it for a long time.

"If they loose the dogs there will be no time for the ship," he added, with a suggestive hunch of his naked shoulders.
"Follow me!" There was no alarm in his voice and Nathaniel caught the flashing gleam of white teeth as Neil smiled grimly back at him, running in the lead.
From the man's eyes the master of the _Typhoon_ had sized up his companion as a fighter.

The smile--daring, confident, and yet signaling their danger--assured him that he was right, and he followed close behind without question.

A dozen rods up the path Neil turned into a dense thicket of briars and underbrush and for ten minutes they plunged through the pathless jungle.