But they waited for no more.

When the lever of the Lee-Metford was shoved home for the fifth time the opposing crest was bare of all opponents save two, and they lay motionless.
The fate of the flanking detachment was either unperceived or unheeded by the Dyaks left in the vicinity of the house and well.

Astounded by the firing that burst forth in mid-air, Jenks had cleared the dangerous rock before they realized that here, above their heads, were the white man and the maid whom they sought.
With stupid zeal they blazed away furiously, only succeeding in showering fragments of splintered stone into the Eagle's Nest.

And the sailor smiled.

He quietly picked up an old coat, rolled it into a ball and pushed it into sight amidst the grass.