THE MYSTERY OF THE BOAT The boys looked at each other in consternation.

They were marooned on a desolate, rocky, sparsely wooded island.

Boats passed only at rare intervals, and a fortnight, or even a month, might elapse before an opportunity for rescue offered.

Their provisions would scarcely last a week, and the island was destitute of game.
"Whoever 'twere took the boat," Andy suggested presently, "were on the island when we comes." "Aye," David agreed, "and makin' for Fort Pelican.

They been up as far as Lem's and they's gettin' away with Lem's silver to sell un." "'Tis strange boots they wears," said Jamie.