No trace of the boat was to be found.
In the earth above the shore were plainly to be seen the tracks of two men wearing hobnailed boots.
"They's fresh tracks," declared David.
"Made this marnin'," Andy agreed.

"They's the same kind of tracks as the ones I see under Lem's window.

Whoever 'twere made these tracks shot Lem and took his silver." "And now we're left here on the island with no way of gettin' off," said David.
"What'll we be doin'?
How'll we ever get away ?" asked Jamie in consternation.
But that was a question none of them could answer..