Chapter 13

Their campsite looked much as they had left it, with no evidence their presence had been discovered. Perhaps the natives hadn’t gone that way. Perhaps their attention had been too completely on their own tasks.

Lucien approached the beach with great care. He not only checked up and down the great swathe of white sand that separated the sea from the jungle, but also along the edge of the jungle. He saw no sign of a canoe and no sign one had been dragged up the beach. Still, they had to exercise caution. Just as the evening tide had rid the beach of their footprints, it could well have rid the beach of drag marks.

With a finger on his lips, he pointed to Abel, then towards the north of the island. He then pointed to himself and pointed south.

Abel gave him the thumbs up and they went their separate ways.