The cabin stood upon an island, a strip of sand, partially covered by water, separating it from the north shore on which they stood.

There was no sign of life about the hut, other than the burning lamp, but that alone was sufficient evidence of occupancy.

In spite of hunger, and urgent need, Keith hesitated, uncertain as to what they might be called upon to face.
Who could be living in this out-of-the-way spot, in the heart of this inhospitable desert?
It would be no cattle outpost surely, for there was no surrounding grazing land, while surely no professional hunter would choose such a barren spot for headquarters.

Either a hermit, anxious to escape all intercourse with humanity, or some outlaw hiding from arrest, would be likely to select so isolated a place in which to live.

To them it would be ideal.