She tried to tell him that she could walk after a
moment's rest, but it was soon evident that he did not
understand her, as a puzzled expression came to his
face and he did not put her down as she asked. Instead
he stood irresolute for a time, and then moved slowly
through the jungle. By chance his direction was toward
the camp, and this fact so relieved the girl's mind that
presently she was far from loath to remain quietly in his arms.

After a moment she gained courage to look up into his
face. She thought that she never had seen so
marvellously clean cut features, or a more high and
noble countenance, and she wondered how it was that
this white man was upon the island and she not have
known it. Possibly he was a new arrival--his presence
unguessed even by her father. That he was neither
English nor American was evident from the fact that he
could not understand her native tongue. Who could he
be! What was he doing upon their island!

As she watched his face he suddenly turned his eyes
down upon her, and as she looked hurriedly away she was
furious with herself as she felt a crimson flush mantle
her cheek. The man only half sensed, in a vague sort
of way, the meaning of the tell tale color and the
quickly averted eyes; but he became suddenly aware of
the pressure of her delicate body against his, as he
had not been before. Now he kept his eyes upon her
face as he walked, and a new emotion filled his breast.