Not until this moment had he felt that he was alone.

But now there came a great desire to speak and be spoken to, and yet that very morning he had spoken and listened as much as had suited him.
As he walked up the rising ground toward the caves, that ground he had traversed so often when this place had been, to all intents and purposes, his home, where there had been voices and movement and life, the sense of desertion grew upon him--not only desertion of the place, but of himself.
When he had opened his eyes, that morning, his overpowering desire had been that not an hour of daylight should pass before he should be left alone, and yet now his heart sank at the feeling that he was here and no one was with him.
When the captain had approached within a few yards of the great stone face, his brows were slowly knitted.
"This is carelessness," he said to himself.

"I did not expect it of them.

I told them to leave the utensils, but I did not suppose that they would leave them outside.

No matter how much they were hurried in going away, they should have put these things into the caves.