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Perhaps
there
had
been
a
fight
?
There
might
yet
be
found
on
the
coast
traces
of
a
struggle
,
a
last
resistance
.
If
the
crew
had
perished
among
the
waves
,
the
waves
probably
had
thrown
some
bodies
on
the
shore
.
Glenarvan
,
accompanied
by
his
faithful
John
,
went
to
carry
out
the
final
search
.
The
landlord
of
the
Victoria
Hotel
lent
them
two
horses
,
and
they
set
out
on
the
northern
road
that
skirts
Twofold
Bay
.
It
was
a
melancholy
journey
.
Glenarvan
and
Captain
John
trotted
along
without
speaking
,
but
they
understood
each
other
.
The
same
thoughts
,
the
same
anguish
harrowed
both
their
hearts
.
They
looked
at
the
sea-worn
rocks
;
they
needed
no
words
of
question
or
answer
.
John
's
well-tried
zeal
and
intelligence
were
a
guarantee
that
every
point
was
scrupulously
examined
,
the
least
likely
places
,
as
well
as
the
sloping
beaches
and
sandy
plains
where
even
the
slight
tides
of
the
Pacific
might
have
thrown
some
fragments
of
wreck
.
But
no
indication
was
seen
that
could
suggest
further
search
in
that
quarter
--
all
trace
of
the
wreck
escaped
them
still
.
As
to
the
Duncan
,
no
trace
either
.
All
that
part
of
Australia
,
bordering
the
ocean
,
was
desert
.
Still
John
Mangles
discovered
on
the
skirts
of
the
shore
evident
traces
of
camping
,
remains
of
fires
recently
kindled
under
solitary
Myall-trees
.
Had
a
tribe
of
wandering
blacks
passed
that
way
lately
?
No
,
for
Glenarvan
saw
a
token
which
furnished
incontestable
proof
that
the
convicts
had
frequented
that
part
of
the
coast
.
This
token
was
a
grey
and
yellow
garment
worn
and
patched
,
an
ill-omened
rag
thrown
down
at
the
foot
of
a
tree
.
It
bore
the
convict
's
original
number
at
the
Perth
Penitentiary
.
The
felon
was
not
there
,
but
his
filthy
garments
betrayed
his
passage
.
This
livery
of
crime
,
after
having
clothed
some
miscreant
,
was
now
decaying
on
this
desert
shore
.
"
You
see
,
John
,
"
said
Glenarvan
,
"
the
convicts
got
as
far
as
here
!
and
our
poor
comrades
of
the
Duncan
--
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
John
,
in
a
low
voice
,
"
they
never
landed
,
they
perished
!
"
"
Those
wretches
!
"
cried
Glenarvan
.
"
If
ever
they
fall
into
my
hands
I
will
avenge
my
crew
--
"
