There was but a single forlorn hope, and I took it. - Edgar Rice Burroughs

On the fifth day following the murder of the ship's officers, land was sighted by the lookout. Whether island or mainland, Black Michael did not know, but he announced to Clayton that if investigation showed that the place was habitable he and Lady Greystoke were to be put ashore with their belongings.

We are, all of us, creatures of habit, and when the seeeming necessity for schooling ourselves in new ways ceases to exist, we fall naturally and easily into the manner and customs which long usage has implanted ineradicably within us.

This was a new menace that threatened them, something that they couldn’t explain; and so, naturally, it aroused within them superstitious fear.