The poor Dyaks were not sufficiently modernized to attack us with false testimony." His lordship's sallow face wrinkled somewhat.

So Iris knew of the court-martial, nor was she afraid to proclaim to all the world that this man was her lover.

As for Captain Fitzroy, his bushy eyebrows disappeared into his peaked cap when he heard the manner of their speech.
Nevertheless Ventnor smiled again.
"Even the Dyaks respected Miss Deane," he said.
But Anstruther, sorry for the manifest uneasiness of the shipowner, repressed the retort on his lips, and forthwith suggested that they should walk to the north beach in the first instance, that being the scene of the wreck.
During the next hour he became auditor rather than narrator.

It was Iris who told of his wild fight against wind and waves, Iris who showed them where he fought with the devil-fish, Iris who expatiated on the long days of ceaseless toil, his dauntless courage in the face of every difficulty, the way in which he rescued her from the clutch of the savages, the skill of his preparations against the anticipated attack, and the last great achievement of all, when, time after time, he foiled the Dyaks' best-laid plans, and flung them off, crippled and disheartened, during the many phases of the thirty hours' battle.
She had an attentive audience.

Most of the _Orient's_ officers quietly came up and followed the girl's glowing recital with breathless interest.