Neb, Herbert, and Pencroft left the cave and directed their steps towards a high mound crowned with a few distorted trees.

On the way the sailor could not help repeating,-- "Island or continent! To think of that, when at one's last gasp! What a man!" Arrived at the summit of the mound, Pencroft and his two companions set to work, with no other tools than their hands, to despoil of its principal branches a rather sickly tree, a sort of marine fir; with these branches they made a litter, on which, covered with grass and leaves, they could carry the engineer.
This occupied them nearly forty minutes, and it was ten o'clock when they returned to Cyrus Harding whom Spilett had not left.
The engineer was just awaking from the sleep, or rather from the drowsiness, in which they had found him.

The color was returning to his cheeks, which till now had been as pale as death.

He raised himself a little, looked around him, and appeared to ask where he was.
"Can you listen to me without fatigue, Cyrus ?" asked the reporter.
"Yes," replied the engineer.
"It's my opinion," said the sailor, "that Captain Harding will be able to listen to you still better, if he will have some more grouse jelly,--for we have grouse, captain," added he, presenting him with a little of this jelly, to which he this time added some of the flesh.
Cyrus Harding ate a little of the grouse, and the rest was divided among his companions, who found it but a meager breakfast, for they were suffering extremely from hunger.
"Well!" said the sailor, "there is plenty of food at the Chimneys, for you must know, captain, that down there, in the south, we have a house, with rooms, beds, and fireplace, and in the pantry, several dozen of birds, which our Herbert calls couroucous.

Your litter is ready, and as soon as you feel strong enough we will carry you home." "Thanks, my friend," replied the engineer; "wait another hour or two, and then we will set out.