"No, no," he interrupted impatiently. "Give it to me."
She pretended to be surprised.
"As a mere matter of politeness—"
"I am sorry, but I must insist."
She gave him the cup over his shoulder. He placed it to his lips and gulped steadily.
"There," he said, gruffly. "I was in a hurry. The Dyaks may make another rush at any moment."
Iris looked into the vessel.
"You have taken none at all," she said.
"Nonsense!"
"Mr. Jenks, be reasonable! You need it more than I. I d-don't want to—live w-without—you."