ather, he gathered
some high-thrown drift-wood to make the fire, by that time sorely
needed by all.

The sun was coming up radiantly over the edge of the ocean when they
finished their labors. Though nothing had been carried away, the tide
had risen two feet after discovery, and a third of the provisions was
wet. Silvertip, in his haste to get away from the Island had landed
them on the tide lands. As they afterward learned but one or two tides
a month reached that particular level, but the Borelands had
encountered one of them. Had there been any sea on whatever that night
everything would have been swept away, leaving them destitute, even if
they had escaped with their lives.

The sun and a good, hot breakfast warmed and cheered everybody.
Besides there was little time to discuss their escape, since every wet
dunnage bag and box had to be unpacked and the contents spread out in
the sun to dry.

In making her round of the salvage, Jean came upon the box containing
the old magazines and books from the collection of Add-'em-up Sam. It
had been wetted on one end. Taking out the top layer of books she
paused over the tattered volume of _Treasure Island_ to put into place
a crumpled paper which protruded from beneath the cover. To her
interest she found it to be the crude drawing of Kon Klayu which she
had hastily thrust back that afternoon at Katleean when the
quill-filled Kobuk had come cowering to her feet in the store.

"Shane," she called, waving it in front of her, "here's a little map of
Kon Klayu. Maybe you might find out about the cabin from this."

Boreland strode over to her and glanced at the paper. Then he took it
in his own hands and scanned it more closely, looking up at the
landscape, the sea, and the shoals off which they were camped.

Suddenly his hand fell to his side, and with a great oath he began to
pace up and down the sand.

The others, dismayed, gathered about him.

"Why, Shane! What is the matter?" cried Ellen.

"Matter!" Anger flared in his brown eyes and his hand closed on the
map as if it had been the throat of an enemy. "Ellen, Silvertip lied!
That pale-eyed son of a sea-cook has landed us on the wrong side of the
Island. He was too much of a coward to take the _Hoonah_ around the
shoals. Look at this, Kayak--" He smoothed out the paper so that his
partner could see the lines. "According to this, the cabin is all of
three miles from here on the other side."

Kayak B