Her lips murmured-- "I will say unto the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in Him will I trust." The chief was listening intently to the story of the Dyak who saw the dead man totter and fall.

He gave some quick order.

Followed by a score or more of his men he walked rapidly to the foot of the cliff where they found the lifeless body.
And Iris read-- "Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day." Jenks stole one more hasty glance at her.

The chief and the greater number of his followers were out of sight behind the rocks.

Some of them must now be climbing to that fatal ledge.