All day long he scanned the horizon in the direction of Callao, looking in vain for the black smoke of the steamer; but hour after hour passed and there was no sign of it.
During the afternoon he found a shelf of rock under which there was some shelter from the heat.

He sat under its shade suffering terribly from the intensity of thirst.

Then his mind was somewhat disturbed by seeing a tremendous cloud of pelicans headed for the island.

They circled round arid round and lit in a confused mass on the narrow beach.

There were several thousand of them and he gazed at them with interest.