No, there was the short pole that Lewston had left in the boat.
He picked it up, but he could do nothing with it.

If it had been an oar, now, it might have been of some use.

He tried to pull up the seat, but it was nailed fast.
On he rapidly floated, down the middle of the stream; the boat sometimes sidewise, sometimes with one end foremost, and sometimes the other.

Very soon he lost sight of Lewston and Harvey, and the last he saw of them they were hurrying by the edge of the water, in the woods.

Now he sat down, and looked about him.