LOST ISLAND
little hope left, when suddenly Jim gave a cry of delight which brought the boy to his side at a run.
On one of the few patches of ground which did not consist of hard rock two or three footmarks were distinctly visible.
"We get him yet," declared the Kanaka, now moving quickly from place to place like a hound eagerly picking up scent. A score of yards farther on he stooped over a broken twig and silently pointed to it. Under it was the faint imprint of a shoe heel.
Gradually they progressed almost to the northern shore, guided by one indistinct mark after another and shouting as loudly as possible every few minutes.
At length the Kanaka put his hand on Dave's shoulder suddenly, his head bent in a listening attitude.
A faint cry reached the boy's ears.
"Thank goodness!" he said solemnly.
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