There was the sea not two hundred yards down the slope, rushing and booming upon the stretch of sand which reached within fifty feet of his grassy bed.

Behind him grew a forest of queer, tropical trees, the like of which he never had seen before.

His jacket had been rolled up as a pillow for his head; his shoes and stockings were off, his shirt bosom unbuttoned.

Two soggy life preservers lay near by.
At last he caught sight of a woman, alone, forlorn, the picture of despondency.

Far down the beach to his right there rose a rugged, stony formation, extending into the sea and rising several hundred feet in the air.