At last, breathless but triumphant, he reached the ledge, and was able to gasp his instructions to Iris to crawl over his bent back and head until she was safely lodged on the broad platform of rock.
Then, before she could expostulate, he descended, this time for the rifles.

These he hastily slung to the rope, again swarmed up the pole, and drew the guns after him with infinite care.
Even in the whirl of the moment he noticed that Iris had managed to partially complete her costume.
"Now we are ready for them," he growled, lying prone on the ledge and eagerly scanning both sides of Prospect Park for a first glimpse of their assailants.
For two shivering hours they waited there, until the sun was high over the cliff and filled sea and land with his brightness.

At last, despite the girl's tears and prayers, Jenks insisted on making a reconnaissance in person.
Let this portion of their adventures be passed over with merciful brevity.

Both watch-guns had been fired by the troupe of tiny wou-wou monkeys! Iris did not know whether to laugh or cry, when Jenks, with much difficulty, lowered her to mother earth again, and marveled the while how he had managed to carry forty feet into the air a young woman who weighed so solidly.
They sat down to a belated breakfast, and Jenks then became conscious that the muscles of his arms, legs, and back were aching hugely.

It was by that means he could judge the true extent of his achievement.