He rushed back through the trees until he caught sight of Iris industriously kneading the sago pith in one of those most useful dish-covers.
He called to her, led her wondering to the track, and pointed out the fatal quarry, but in such wise that she could not look inside it.
"You remember that round hole we saw from the summit rock ?" he said.
"Well, it is full of carbonic acid gas, to breathe which means unconsciousness and death.

It gives no warning to the inexperienced.

It is rather pleasant than otherwise.

Promise me you will never come near this place again." Now, Iris, too, had been thinking deeply.

Robert Jenks bulked large in her day-dreams.