"White men?"
"No, savages!"
"Are you sure of this?" demanded Captain Broadbeam.
"I—I think I am," stammered the doctor.
"Where are they?"
"Gone now."
"Perhaps you were mistaken, doctor," said Dave.
"It is possible—but I do not think so."
The rowboat was allowed to drift, and all gazed earnestly toward the island. But not a person of any sort appeared.
"This is mighty queer," was the captain's comment. "The savages couldn't have been there when we left."