Iris threw herself on her knees by his side.

There was something awful to her in this chill and business-like declaration of a fixed purpose.
"Mr.Jenks," she said, clasping her hands in an agony of entreaty, "do not kill more men for my sake!" "For my own sake, then," he growled, annoyed at the interruption, as the sampan was afloat.
"Then I ask you for God's sake not to take another life.

What you have already done was unavoidable, perhaps right.

This is murder!" He lowered his weapon and looked at her.
"If those men get away they will bring back a host to avenge their comrades--and secure you," he added.
"It may be the will of Providence for such a thing to happen.

Yet I implore you to spare them." He placed the rifle on the sand and raised her tenderly, for she had yielded to a paroxysm of tears.