Mir Jan returned with the news that the sixth victim of the brief yet fierce encounter was a renegade Malay.

He was so confident that the enemy had had enough of it for the night that, after recovering Jenks's revolver, he boldly went to the well and drew himself a supply of water.
During supper, a feast graced by a quart of champagne worthy of the Carlton, Jenks told Iris so much of the story as was good for her: that is to say, he cut down the casualty list.
It was easy to see what had happened.

The Dyaks, having missed the Mahommedan and their water-bag, searched for him and heard the conversation at the foot of the rock.

Knowing that their presence was suspected, they went back for reinforcements, and returned by the shorter and more advantageous route along Turtle Beach.
Iris would have talked all night, but Jenks made her go to sleep, by pillowing her head against his shoulder and smoothing her tangled tresses with his hand.

The wine, too, was helpful.