Chapter 9

“Have you ever tried to get off the island?”

“How? I have no tools to build anything.”

“A raft?”

“I have no tools to cut down trees. Don’t you worry. I’ve had all the time in the world to consider every possible method of getting off this island. If there was a way, I would have thought of it. The best I could come up with was a signal fire, which I should go and check. It’s probably been blown all over the island.”

They arrived at the campsite, but Lucien saw no sign of Edgar.

“I wonder where he could have got to…”

“Your pal?”

“Yes, it’s strange he should be so shy. He isn’t usually.”

He helped Abel onto the edge of the mat. And while the mat looked a little worse for wear, his crooked spear was exactly where he’d left it.

“I’ll just get the fire going,” he said, kneeling by the circle of blackened stones. “That way you can dry out.”