“No,” replied the engineer, “it is our wagon of ammunition and provisions, and, if necessary, it would serve as an entrenchment.”

“Forward, then!” said Gideon Spilett.

The cart emerged from the wood and began to roll noiselessly towards the palisade.  The darkness was now profound, the silence as complete as when Pencroft and the reporter crept over the ground.  The thick grass completely muffled their footsteps.  The colonists held themselves ready to fire.  Jup, at Pencroft’s orders, kept behind.  Neb led Top in a leash, to prevent him from bounding forward.

The clearing soon came in sight.  It was deserted.  Without hesitating, the little band moved towards the palisade.  In a short space of time the dangerous zone was passed.  Neb remained at the onagers’ heads to hold them.  The engineer, the reporter, Herbert, and Pencroft, proceeded to the door, in order to ascertain if it was barricaded inside.  It was open!

“What do you say now?” asked the engineer, turning to the sailor and Spilett.

Both were stupefied.

“I can swear,” said Pencroft, “that this gate was shut just now!”

The colonists now hesitated.  Were the convicts in the corral when Pencroft and the reporter made their reconnaissance?  It could not be doubted, as the gate then closed could only have been opened by them.  Were they still there, or had one of their number just gone out?

All these questions presented themselves simultaneously to the minds of the colonists, but how could they be answered?

At that moment, Herbert, who had advanced a few steps into the enclosure, drew back hurriedly, and seized Harding’s hand.

“What’s the matter?” asked the engineer.

“A light!”

“In the house?”

“Yes!”

All five advanced and indeed, through the window fronting them, they saw glimmering a feeble light.  Cyrus Harding made up his mind rapidly.  “It is our only chance,” said he to his companions, “of finding the convicts collected in this house, suspecting nothing!  They are in our power!  Forward!” The colonists crossed through the enclosure, holding their guns ready in their hands.  The cart had been left outside under the charge of Jup and Top, who had been prudently tied to it.

Cyrus Harding, Pencroft, and Gideon Spilett on one side, Herbert and Neb on the other, going along by the palisade, surveyed the absolutely dark and deserted corral.

In a few moments they were near the closed door of the house.

Harding signed to his companions not to stir, and approached the window, then feebly lighted by the inner light.

He gazed into the apartment.

On the table burned a lantern.  Near the table was the bed formerly used by Ayrton.

On the bed lay the body of a man.

Suddenly Cyrus Harding drew back, and in a hoarse voice,—­“Ayrton!” he exclaimed.