But Rainbow Island was now still as the grave.

The wounded Dyaks had seemingly been removed from hut and beach; the dead lay where they had fallen.

The sea sang a lullaby to the reef, and the fresh breeze whispered among the palm fronds--that was all.
"Perhaps they have gone!" murmured Iris.
The sailor put his arm round her neck and gently pressed her lips together.

Anything would serve as an excuse for that sort of thing, but he really did want absolute silence at that moment.

If the Mussulman kept his compact, the hour was at hand.
An unlooked-for intruder disturbed the quietude of the scene.