Why did such a hateful vision trouble him?
Resolutely banning the raven-winged specter, he slid back down the ledge and gently wakened Iris.

She sat up instantly and gazed at him with wondering eyes.
Fearful lest she should forget her surroundings, he placed a warning finger on his lips.
"Oh," she said in a whisper, "are they still here ?" He told her what had happened, and suggested that they should have something to eat whilst the coast was clear beneath.

She needed no second bidding, for the long vigil of the previous night had made her very hungry, and the two breakfasted right royally on biscuit, cold fowl, ham, and good water.
In this, the inner section of their refuge, they could be seen only by a bird or by a man standing on the distant rocky shelf that formed the southern extremity of the opposite cliff, and the sailor kept a close lookout in that direction.
Iris was about to throw the remains of the feast into an empty oil-tin provided for refuse when Jenks restrained her.
"No," he said, smilingly.

"Scraps should be the first course next time.
We must not waste an atom of food." "How thoughtless of me!" she exclaimed.

"Please tell me you think they will go away today." But the sailor flung himself flat on the ledge and grasped a Lee-Metford.
"Be still, on your life," he said.