Now that the very crisis of their fate had arrived she was nervous, shaken, conscious only of a desire to sink on her knees, and pray.
One or two curious heads were craned round the corner of the rock.
"Stop!" cried Jenks.

"If those men do not instantly go away I will fire at them." The Indian translated this order and the chief vociferated some clanging syllables which had the desired effect.

The two halted some ten paces in front of the cavern, and the belligerents surveyed each other.

It was a fascinating spectacle, this drama in real life.

The yellow-faced Dyak, gaudily attired in a crimson jacket and sky-blue pantaloons of Chinese silk--a man with the _beaute du diable_, young, and powerfully built--and the brown-skinned white-clothed Mahommedan, bony, tall, and grey with hardship, looked up at the occupants of the ledge.