"What, harn't you found grub enough on this here island?
Anyhow, if you do want something you'd better open that there bag and see what you can find." Bowler was too anxious to discover the missing ones to feel much appetite for food, and kept blowing his whistle as the boat slowly coasted the island.
At length, to his unbounded joy, an answering shout was heard, and the shadowy forms of the four outcasts were seen standing on the pier from which they had started two hours before.
Jubilant were the welcomes exchanged as the heroes of New Swishford once more counted their full number, and ensconced themselves snugly in the stern of Thomson's boat round his wonderful bag of food.
It did not take long to chronicle the doings of Gayford's party.

After about half an hour's journey they had been pulled up by the same chasm which had nearly proved too much for poor Tubbs.

Finding it impossible to cross it, they had turned inland, and for a cheerful hour lost their way completely in the fog.

At length, by means of walking in a straight line, they had come again to the coast, and after much searching had found the pier.

And having found it, they resolved to keep it until the other party completed the circuit and found them where it left them.
"And however did you find us out, Thomson ?" inquired Gayford, after the repast had been done ample justice to.