"Death."
Don Luis whistled. One of the Moors ran up.
"Two pairs of binoculars, Hadji."
The man brought the glasses and Don Luis handed them to Stéphane and Patrice:
"We are only a mile from Sarek," he said. "Look towards the point: the boat should have started."
"Yes," said Patrice, presently.
"Do you see her, Stéphane?"
"Yes, only . . ."
"Only what?"
"There's only one passenger."