Yet something worried her.
"I hope I didn't hit the man who fell out of the boat," she said.
"Oh," came the prompt assurance, "I took deliberate aim at that chap.
He was a most persistent scoundrel." Iris was satisfied.

Jenks thought it better to lie than to tell the truth, for the bald facts hardly bore out his assertion.

Judging from the manner of the Dyak's involuntary plunge he had been hit by a ricochet bullet, whilst the sailor's efforts were wholly confined to sinking the sampan.

However, let it pass.

Bullet or shark, the end was the same.
They were quieting down--the thirst fiend was again slowly salting their veins--when something of a dirty white color fluttered into sight from behind the base of the opposite cliff.