He was quite sure now that his theory was correct.

They were sending out hunters in every direction, in order that they might beat up the woods thoroughly for game, and his own position anywhere except on the islet was becoming exceedingly precarious.
Nevertheless, using all his wonderful skill, he continued the hunt.

He had an abiding faith that his four comrades were yet alive, and he meant to prove it.
In the afternoon the clouds moved away a little, and the rain decreased, though it did not cease.

The Indian signs multiplied, and Henry felt sure that the forest within a radius of twenty miles of his islet contained more than one camp.

Some great gathering must be in progress and the hunters were out to supply it with food.