I can tell by the splash," announced a voice above them.
"It's George," whispered Jane.
"I'll take a look along the shore on my way back.

There may be an inlet that we haven't seen," continued George Baker, talking to himself.
Jane gripped an arm of her companion.
"If he does, we shall be discovered," she whispered.
"Never mind.

We will have scared them off long before then.

He will strike the trail I left for them, before long, if he keeps straight on.
That will mean that he will go right on and that he will call to the others to join him when it begins to get dark.

You know the island begins to narrow a short distance beyond here.