They first searched the corral. There was no trace of Ayrton, and it seemed probable that he had resisted his former companions, and fallen by their hands. The corral had not been pillaged, and as its gates had remained shut, the domestic animals had not been able to wander away into the woods. They could see no traces of the pirates either in the dwelling or the palisade. The only thing gone was the stock of ammunition. “The poor fellow was taken by surprise,” said Smith, “and as he was a man to show fight, no doubt they made an end of him.” “Yes,” replied the reporter, “and then, no doubt, they took possession here, where they found everything in great plenty, and took to flight only when they saw us coming.” “We must beat the woods,” said the engineer, and rid the island of these wretches. But we will have to wait some time in the corral, till the day comes when we can safely carry Herbert to Granite House.” “But Neb?” asked the reporter. “Neb’s safe enough.” “Suppose he becomes anxious and risks coming here?” “He must not come,” said Smith sharply. “He would be murdered on the way!” “It’s very likely he will try.” “Ah! if the telegraph was only in working order, we could warn him! But now it’s impossible. We can’t leave Pencroff and Herbert here alone. Well, I’ll go by myself to Granite House!” “No, no, Cyrus,” said the reporter, “you must not expose yourself. These wretches are watching the corral from their ambush, and there would be two mishaps instead of one!” “But Neb has been without news of us for twenty-four hours,” repeated the engineer. “He will want to come.” While he reflected, his gaze fell upon Top, who, by running to and fro, seemed to say, “Have you forgotten me?” “Top!” cried Smith. The dog sprang up at this master’s call. “Yes, Top shall go!” cried the reporter, who understood in a flash. Top will make his way where we could not pass, will take our message and bring us back an answer.” “Quick!” said Smith, “quick!” Spilett tore out a page of his note-book and wrote these lines:— “Herbert wounded. We are at the corral. Be on your guard. Do not leave Granite House. Have the convicts shown themselves near you? Answer by Top!” This laconic note was folded and tied in a conspicuous way to Top’s collar. “Top, my dog,” said the engineer, caressing the animal, “Neb, Top, Neb! Away! away!” Top sprang high at the words. He understood what was wanted, and the road was familiar to him. The engineer went to the door of the corral and opened one of the leaves. “Neb, Top, Neb!” he cried again, pointing towards Granite House. Top rushed out and disappeared almost instantly. “He’ll get there!” said the reporter. “Yes, and come back, the faithful brute!” “What time is it?” asked Spilett. “Ten o’clock.” “In an hour he may be here. We will watch for him.