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And
when
outside
,
I
stopped
short
.
I
believed
my
eyes
without
question
,
and
yet
I
was
for
the
moment
stunned
by
what
they
disclosed
to
me
.
There
,
on
the
beach
,
not
fifty
feet
away
,
bow
on
,
dismasted
,
was
a
black-hulled
vessel
.
Masts
and
booms
,
tangled
with
shrouds
,
sheets
,
and
rent
canvas
,
were
rubbing
gently
alongside
.
I
could
have
rubbed
my
eyes
as
I
looked
.
There
was
the
home-made
galley
we
had
built
,
the
familiar
break
of
the
poop
,
the
low
yacht-cabin
scarcely
rising
above
the
rail
.
It
was
the
Ghost
.
What
freak
of
fortune
had
brought
it
here
--
here
of
all
spots
?
what
chance
of
chances
?
I
looked
at
the
bleak
,
inaccessible
wall
at
my
back
and
know
the
profundity
of
despair
.
Escape
was
hopeless
,
out
of
the
question
.
I
thought
of
Maud
,
asleep
there
in
the
hut
we
had
reared
;
I
remembered
her
"
Good-night
,
Humphrey
"
;
"
my
woman
,
my
mate
,
"
went
ringing
through
my
brain
,
but
now
,
alas
,
it
was
a
knell
that
sounded
.
Then
everything
went
black
before
my
eyes
.
Possibly
it
was
the
fraction
of
a
second
,
but
I
had
no
knowledge
of
how
long
an
interval
had
lapsed
before
I
was
myself
again
.
There
lay
the
Ghost
,
bow
on
to
the
beach
,
her
splintered
bowsprit
projecting
over
the
sand
,
her
tangled
spars
rubbing
against
her
side
to
the
lift
of
the
crooning
waves
.
Something
must
be
done
,
must
be
done
.
It
came
upon
me
suddenly
,
as
strange
,
that
nothing
moved
aboard
.
Wearied
from
the
night
of
struggle
and
wreck
,
all
hands
were
yet
asleep
,
I
thought
.
My
next
thought
was
that
Maud
and
I
might
yet
escape
.
If
we
could
take
to
the
boat
and
make
round
the
point
before
any
one
awoke
?
I
would
call
her
and
start
.
My
hand
was
lifted
at
her
door
to
knock
,
when
I
recollected
the
smallness
of
the
island
.
We
could
never
hide
ourselves
upon
it
.
There
was
nothing
for
us
but
the
wide
raw
ocean
.
I
thought
of
our
snug
little
huts
,
our
supplies
of
meat
and
oil
and
moss
and
firewood
,
and
I
knew
that
we
could
never
survive
the
wintry
sea
and
the
great
storms
which
were
to
come
.
So
I
stood
,
with
hesitant
knuckle
,
without
her
door
.
It
was
impossible
,
impossible
.
A
wild
thought
of
rushing
in
and
killing
her
as
she
slept
rose
in
my
mind
.
And
then
,
in
a
flash
,
the
better
solution
came
to
me
.
All
hands
were
asleep
.
Why
not
creep
aboard
the
Ghost
--
well
I
knew
the
way
to
Wolf
Larsen
's
bunk
--
and
kill
him
in
his
sleep
?
After
that
--
well
,
we
would
see
.
But
with
him
dead
there
was
time
and
space
in
which
to
prepare
to
do
other
things
;
and
besides
,
whatever
new
situation
arose
,
it
could
not
possibly
be
worse
than
the
present
one
.
My
knife
was
at
my
hip
.
I
returned
to
my
hut
for
the
shot-gun
,
made
sure
it
was
loaded
,
and
went
down
to
the
Ghost
.
With
some
difficulty
,
and
at
the
expense
of
a
wetting
to
the
waist
,
I
climbed
aboard
.
The
forecastle
scuttle
was
open
.
I
paused
to
listen
for
the
breathing
of
the
men
,
but
there
was
no
breathing
.
I
almost
gasped
as
the
thought
came
to
me
:
What
if
the
Ghost
is
deserted
?
I
listened
more
closely
.
There
was
no
sound
.
I
cautiously
descended
the
ladder
.
The
place
had
the
empty
and
musty
feel
and
smell
usual
to
a
dwelling
no
longer
inhabited
.
Everywhere
was
a
thick
litter
of
discarded
and
ragged
garments
,
old
sea-boots
,
leaky
oilskins
--
all
the
worthless
forecastle
dunnage
of
a
long
voyage
.
Abandoned
hastily
,
was
my
conclusion
,
as
I
ascended
to
the
deck
.
Hope
was
alive
again
in
my
breast
,
and
I
looked
about
me
with
greater
coolness
.
I
noted
that
the
boats
were
missing
.
The
steerage
told
the
same
tale
as
the
forecastle
.
The
hunters
had
packed
their
belongings
with
similar
haste
.
The
Ghost
was
deserted
.
It
was
Maud
's
and
mine
.
I
thought
of
the
ship
's
stores
and
the
lazarette
beneath
the
cabin
,
and
the
idea
came
to
me
of
surprising
Maud
with
something
nice
for
breakfast
.
The
reaction
from
my
fear
,
and
the
knowledge
that
the
terrible
deed
I
had
come
to
do
was
no
longer
necessary
,
made
me
boyish
and
eager
.
I
went
up
the
steerage
companion-way
two
steps
at
a
time
,
with
nothing
distinct
in
my
mind
except
joy
and
the
hope
that
Maud
would
sleep
on
until
the
surprise
breakfast
was
quite
ready
for
her
.
As
I
rounded
the
galley
,
a
new
satisfaction
was
mine
at
thought
of
all
the
splendid
cooking
utensils
inside
.
I
sprang
up
the
break
of
the
poop
,
and
saw
--
Wolf
Larsen
.
What
of
my
impetus
and
the
stunning
surprise
,
I
clattered
three
or
four
steps
along
the
deck
before
I
could
stop
myself
.
He
was
standing
in
the
companion-way
,
only
his
head
and
shoulders
visible
,
staring
straight
at
me
.
His
arms
were
resting
on
the
half-open
slide
.
He
made
no
movement
whatever
--
simply
stood
there
,
staring
at
me
.
