I must take an active interest in the conversation." He grasped a rifle and lay down on the ledge, already gratefully warm.
There was a good deal of sustained shouting going on.

Jenks thought he recognized the chief's voice, giving instructions to those who had come from Smugglers' Cove and were now standing on the beach near the quarry.
"I wonder if he is hungry," he thought.

"If so, I will interfere with the commissariat." Iris peeped forth at him.
"Mr.Jenks!" "Yes," without turning his head.

He knew it was an ordinary question.
"May I come too ?" "What! expose yourself on the ledge!" "Yes, even that.

I am so tired of sitting here alone." "Well, there is no danger at present.