About six days after they had landed on Island, Edmund happeo wake up very early one m. It was just getting gray so that you could e the tree-trunks if they were between you and the bay but not iher dire. As he woke he thought he heard something moving, so he raid himlf on one elbow and looked about him： and prently he thought he saw a dark figure moving on the award side of the wood. The idea that at once occurred to his mind was, “Are we so sure there are no natives on this island after all?” Thehought it was Caspian—it was about the right size—but he khat Caspian had been sleepio him and could e that he hadn’t moved. Edmund made sure that his sword was in its plad then ro to iigate.
He came down softly to the edge of the wood and the dark figure was still there. He saw now that it was too small for Caspian and too big for Lucy. It did not run away. Edmund drew his sword and was about to challehe stranger wheranger said in a low voice, “Is that you, Edmund?”
“Yes. Who are you?” said he.
“Don’t you know me?” said the other. “It’s me—Eustace.”
“By jove,” said Edmund, “so it is. My dear chap—”
“Hush,” said Eustad lurched as if he were going to fall.
“Hello！” said Edmund, steadying him. “What’s up? Are you ill?”
Eustace was silent for so long that Edmund thought he was fainting; but at last he said, “It’s been ghastly. You don’t know ... but it’s all right now. Could we go and talk somewhere? I don’t want to meet the others just yet.”
“Yes, rather, anywhere you like,” said Edmund. “We go and sit on the rocks over there. I say, I am glad to e you—er—looking yourlf again. You must have had a pretty beastly time.”
They went to the rocks and sat down looking out across the bay while the sky got paler and paler and the stars disappeared except for one very bright one low down ahe horizon.