He didn’t know if they’d found his canoe yet, but there was no way to get to it without them noticing. If he could hold out until dark, he might be able to get to the canoe, and he could slowly and quietly carry it to the other side of the island. He also might be able to swim to South Fox, but once he was there, where would he go? Beaver Island was another possibility—and he was pretty sure there was a ferry back to the mainland—but he’d need the canoe to make it. Realistically, he doubted he could swim the ten or fifteen miles to the island. That might just postpone the inevitable; they would probably find clues back at his camp.