"What for?"
"I must go back there." He jerked his head in the direction of the reef. She uttered a little sob of dismay.
"I will incur no danger this time," he explained. "I found rifles there. We must have them; they may mean salvation."
When Iris was determined about anything, her chin dimpled. It puckered delightfully now.
"I will come with you," she announced.
"Very well. I will wait for you. The tide will serve for another hour."
He knew he had decided rightly. She could not bear to be alone—yet. Soon the bandage was adjusted and they returned to the reef. Scrambling now with difficulty over the rough and dangerous track, Iris was secretly amazed by the remembrance of the daring activity she displayed during her earlier passage along the same precarious roadway.
Then she darted from rock to rock with the fearless certainty of a chamois. Her only stumble was caused, she recollected, by an absurd effort to avoid wetting her dress. She laughed nervously when they reached the place. This time Jenks lifted her across the intervening channel.
"Is this the spot where you fell?" he asked, tenderly.
"Yes; how did you guess it?"