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The Man wades ashore. The Boy asks him about his shoulder (from breaking down the cabin door) and The Man says he's fine.
As they're walking back to the campsite, The Man asks if The Boy has the pistol. He doesn't. The Man is momentarily angry and The Boy starts to sob. The Man comforts him and they go back for the gun.
They find the pistol in the sand. Everything is OK.
Now they're caught in the dark, though, and can't see the campsite.
They walk on in the dark. It's raining. The Man sees their tracks in a flash of lighting and thinks they're going the right way.
More lighting. The Man sees The Boy crouched over the sand looking for their tracks. He thinks that if they get caught in this rainstorm they're going to be in trouble.
The Man hears a "faint patter" above the wind. He says: "It's the rain falling on the tarp" (327.7). They're safe.
They find their way back to camp and get under the tarp.
In the morning, The Man walks along the beach and sees a corpse "rising and falling among the driftwood" (329.1). The Man momentarily wishes he could hide it from The Boy but then asks himself, "What was there to hide?" (329.1). He goes back to camp.
They spend most of the morning unloading the ship. It's been a good find. That night The Man wanders away from the camp and coughs up blood. He knows he doesn't have long to live.