We were scarcely a mile from the ship when Moit suddenly exclaimed:
“Isn’t that a canoe?”
“Where?” I asked.
He pointed to a small inlet, and I could see plainly a craft that looked like an Indian dugout lying among the reeds.
“Let us get it and see what it looks like,” said I, hailing with some satisfaction this first evidence of human handicraft.
At the word my men rowed in, and the sailor in the bow, as he grasped the gunwale of the canoe, uttered a startled cry.
“What is it?” I asked.
Without reply he drew the canoe alongside our boat, and we could all see the form of a man lying flat upon his face on the rough bottom.