He glanced over the familiar landscape and at the sea dimpling in the light but steady breeze.

From the direction of Tulagi he could see the white sails of a schooner laying a tack across toward Berande.

Down the beach a horse was grazing, and he idly wondered where the others were.

The smoke rising from the copra-drying caught his eyes, which roved on over the barracks, the tool-houses, the boat-sheds, and the bungalow, and came to rest on Joan's little grass house in the corner of the compound.
Keeping now to the shelter of the trees, he went forward another quarter of a mile.

If Tudor had advanced with equal speed they should have come together at that point, and Sheldon concluded that the other was circling.