A passing Indian might have been afraid to go into that dark hole, but to leave those tin things there is the same as hanging out a sign to show that people lived inside." Instantly the captain gathered up the tin pan and tin plates, and looked about him to see if there was anything else which should be put out of sight.

He did find something else.

It was a little, short, black, wooden pipe which was lying on a stone.

He picked it up in surprise.

Neither Maka nor Cheditafa smoked, and it could not have belonged to the boy.
"Perhaps," thought the captain, "one of the sailors from the _Mary Bartlett_ may have left it.