Then picking up a bit of shingle from the beach, he wrote on it with the stump of a lead-pencil: "I am on the island.

Follow the trail and you will find me .-- --WINN CASPAR." This note he stuck in a cleft sapling, from which he first cut the top, and which stood so near the fire that it was certain to attract attention.

Then feeling that he could do nothing more in that place, he set forth in search of something with which to satisfy his hunger.
On his way back he stopped at the hut, and made a thorough but vain search for food.

There was not so much as would have fed a mouse, and the only thing of value that the boy discovered was a rusty fish-hook stuck into one of the wall logs.

Before leaving the hut he replenished the fire in the chimney-place, thinking that perhaps he might return there to sleep.