Yet Campbell wondered: But how did they find out where we actually live on the island?
He raced back home following the tracks with dread filling his mind and soul. The tracks were clearer as he got further away from the fissure, and the volcanic dusk thickened. Suddenly the earth shook in a tremor violent enough to knock him off his feet. As he struggled to stand, the earth settled, but his fear intensified. If this was the prelude to a massive eruption, he had to find Penelope and the dogs before the entire volcano top exploded its massive destruction. He sprinted forward, following the tracks.
He figured he was about halfway home across the darkening and desolate terrain when suddenly the tracks veered sharply to the left. He quickly followed the footprints with confusion and fear at
