“I could eat a dozen of dem minnows,” announced the mucker, and he cast again and again, until in twenty minutes he had a goodly mess of plump, shiny trout on the grass beside him.

With his pocketknife he cleaned and scaled them, and then between two rocks he built a fire and passing sticks through the bodies of his catch roasted them all.  They had neither salt, nor pepper, nor butter, nor any other viand than the fish, but it seemed to the girl that never in her life had she tasted so palatable a meal, nor had it occurred to her until the odor of the cooking fish filled her nostrils that no food had passed her lips since the second day before—­no wonder that the two ate ravenously, enjoying every mouthful of their repast.

“An’ now,” said Billy Byrne, “I tink I’ll poun’ my ear fer a few.  You kin keep yer lamps peeled fer de Chinks, an’ de first fony noise youse hears, w’y be sure to wake me up,” and with that he rolled over upon the grass, asleep almost on the instant.

The girl, to while away the time, explored their rock-bound haven.  She found that it had but a single means of ingress, the narrow pass through which the brook found outlet.  Beyond the entrance she did not venture, but through it she saw, beneath, a wooded slope, and twice deer passed quite close to her, stopping at the brook to drink.

It was an ideal spot, one whose beauties appealed to her even under the harrowing conditions which had forced her to seek its precarious safety.  In another land and with companions of her own kind she could well imagine the joy of a fortnight spent in such a sylvan paradise.

The thought aroused another—­how long would the mucker remain a safe companion?  She seemed to be continually falling from the frying pan into the fire.  So far she had not been burned, but with returning strength, and the knowledge of their utter isolation could she expect this brutal thug to place any check upon his natural desires?

Why there were few men of her own station in life with whom she would have felt safe to spend a fortnight alone upon a savage, uncivilized island!  She glanced at the man where he lay stretched in deep slumber.  What a huge fellow he was!  How helpless would she be were he to turn against her!  Yet his very size; yes, and the brutality she feared, were her only salvation against every other danger than he himself.  The man was physically a natural protector, for he was able to cope with odds and dangers to which an ordinary man would long since have succumbed.  So she found that she was both safer and less safe because the mucker was her companion.

As she pondered the question her eyes roved toward the slope beyond the opening to the amphitheater.  With a start she came to her feet, shading her eyes with her hand and peering intently at something that she could have sworn moved among the trees far below.  No, she could not be mistaken—­it was the figure of a man.