For He was good: His was the mercy that "endureth forever." Enemies encompassed them with words of hatred--fought against them without a cause--but there was One who should "judge among the heathen" and "fill the places with dead bodies." Suddenly a clamor of discordant yells fell upon her ears.

Jenks rose to his knees.

The Dyaks had discovered their refuge and were about to open fire.

He offered them a target lest perchance Iris were not thoroughly screened.
"Keep close," he said.

"They have found us.