"There is no 'X' and dot.

That sign is meant for a skull and cross-bones.

It lies exactly on the part of the island where we saw that queer-looking bald patch today.

First thing tomorrow, before the girl awakes, I must examine that place." He resolutely stretched himself on his share of the spread-out coats, now thoroughly dried by sun and fire.

In a minute he was sound asleep..