When Jenks was down below there, in imminent danger of being cut to pieces, the gentle, lovable girl, who would not willingly hurt the humblest of God's creatures, became terrible, majestic in her frenzied purpose.

Robert must be saved.

If a Maxim were planted on the rock she would unhesitatingly have turned the lever and sprayed the Dyaks with bullets.
But here he was close to her, unhurt and calmly jubilant, as was his way when a stiff fight went well.

He was by her side now, firing and aiming too, for the Dyaks broke cover recklessly in running for shelter, and one may do fair work by moonlight, as many a hunter of wild duck can testify by the rheumatism in his bones.
She had strength enough left to place the rifle out of harm's way before she broke down and sobbed, not tearfully, but in a paroxysm of reaction.

Soon all was quiet beneath, save for the labored efforts of some wounded men to get far away from that accursed rock.