He was on a lost island with only a wounded man for company and the struggle to survive and escape would consume all his energies.
Presently he came to what was left of their boat.

It was smashed badly and half buried in the sand.

At first he thought he might be able to use it again, but a critical examination showed that it was damaged beyond any power of his to repair it, and with a sigh he abandoned the thought of escape that way.
He continued his explorations toward the south, and saw groves of wild banana, the bushes or shrubs fifteen or twenty feet high, some of them with ripe fruit hanging from them.

He ate one and found it good, though he was glad to know that he would not have to depend upon bananas wholly for food.
A mile to the south and he turned inland, crossing a range of low hills, covered with dense vegetation.

As he passed among the bushes he kept his rifle ready, not knowing whether or not dangerous wild animals were to be found there.