In all likelihood the Dyaks had a store in the remaining sampans, but the native ally of the beleaguered pair would have a task of exceeding difficulty in obtaining one of the jars or skins containing it.
Again, granting all things went well that night, what would be the final outcome of the struggle?
How long could Iris withstand the exposure, the strain, the heart-breaking misery of the rock?
The future was blurred, crowded with ugly and affrighting fiends passing in fantastic array before his vision, and mouthing dumb threats of madness and death.
He shook restlessly, not aware that the girl's sorrowful glance, luminous with love and pain, was fixed upon him.

Summarily dismissing these grisly phantoms of the mind, he asked himself what the Mahommedan exactly meant by warning him against the trees on the right and the "silent death" that might come from them.

He was about to crawl forth to the lip of the rock and investigate matters in that locality when Iris, who also was busy with her thoughts, restrained him.
"Wait a little while," she said.

"None of the Dyaks will venture into the open until night falls.

And I have something to say to you." There was a quiet solemnity in her voice that Jenks had never heard before.