“It’s the wreck of a rowboat!” cried the other.
“Just what I thought. Let us go down and look it over.”
With care, so as not to sprain an ankle, the two chums climbed down to the split in the rocks. By this time it was growing dark, and in the hollow they could not see clearly.
It was the remains of a rowboat which they had discovered. The small craft was split from end to end, so as to be utterly useless. Near it lay a broken oar and a broken-open box that had contained provisions of some sort.
“That boat is from the Emma Brower!” cried Dave, after an investigation. “And that proves that some of the people from the wrecked ship came to this island!”
“Yes, but are they alive, Dave, or were they drowned?” questioned Roger.
“That remains to be found out, Roger. I sincerely hope they are alive.”
CHAPTER XXI—INTO A CAVE AND OUT
“Let us look around for footprints, Roger,” said Dave, as the pair scrambled up the rocks once more. “If any persons landed from that smashed rowboat they’d have to walk in some direction, and the ground is soft back of here.”
“The trouble is, it is growing so dark,” returned the senator’s son. “In a little while we won’t be able to find our way back. We should have brought a lantern along.”