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"
Here
he
comes
now
,
"
she
whispered
.
I
glanced
up
.
He
was
strolling
leisurely
along
the
poop
on
the
port
side
.
"
Take
no
notice
of
him
,
"
I
whispered
.
"
He
's
coming
to
see
how
we
take
it
.
Do
n't
let
him
know
that
we
know
.
We
can
deny
him
that
satisfaction
.
Take
off
your
shoes
--
that
's
right
--
and
carry
them
in
your
hand
.
"
And
then
we
played
hide-and-seek
with
the
blind
man
.
As
he
came
up
the
port
side
we
slipped
past
on
the
starboard
;
and
from
the
poop
we
watched
him
turn
and
start
aft
on
our
track
.
He
must
have
known
,
somehow
,
that
we
were
on
board
,
for
he
said
"
Good-morning
"
very
confidently
,
and
waited
,
for
the
greeting
to
be
returned
.
Then
he
strolled
aft
,
and
we
slipped
forward
.
"
Oh
,
I
know
you
're
aboard
,
"
he
called
out
,
and
I
could
see
him
listen
intently
after
he
had
spoken
.
It
reminded
me
of
the
great
hoot-owl
,
listening
,
after
its
booming
cry
,
for
the
stir
of
its
frightened
prey
.
But
we
did
not
fir
,
and
we
moved
only
when
he
moved
.
And
so
we
dodged
about
the
deck
,
hand
in
hand
,
like
a
couple
of
children
chased
by
a
wicked
ogre
,
till
Wolf
Larsen
,
evidently
in
disgust
,
left
the
deck
for
the
cabin
.
There
was
glee
in
our
eyes
,
and
suppressed
titters
in
our
mouths
,
as
we
put
on
our
shoes
and
clambered
over
the
side
into
the
boat
.
And
as
I
looked
into
Maud
's
clear
brown
eyes
I
forgot
the
evil
he
had
done
,
and
I
knew
only
that
I
loved
her
,
and
that
because
of
her
the
strength
was
mine
to
win
our
way
back
to
the
world
.
For
two
days
Maud
and
I
ranged
the
sea
and
explored
the
beaches
in
search
of
the
missing
masts
.
But
it
was
not
till
the
third
day
that
we
found
them
,
all
of
them
,
the
shears
included
,
and
,
of
all
perilous
places
,
in
the
pounding
surf
of
the
grim
south-western
promontory
.
And
how
we
worked
!
At
the
dark
end
of
the
first
day
we
returned
,
exhausted
,
to
our
little
cove
,
towing
the
mainmast
behind
us
.
And
we
had
been
compelled
to
row
,
in
a
dead
calm
,
practically
every
inch
of
the
way
.
Another
day
of
heart-breaking
and
dangerous
toil
saw
us
in
camp
with
the
two
topmasts
to
the
good
.
The
day
following
I
was
desperate
,
and
I
rafted
together
the
foremast
,
the
fore
and
main
booms
,
and
the
fore
and
main
gaffs
.
The
wind
was
favourable
,
and
I
had
thought
to
tow
them
back
under
sail
,
but
the
wind
baffled
,
then
died
away
,
and
our
progress
with
the
oars
was
a
snail
's
pace
.
And
it
was
such
dispiriting
effort
.
To
throw
one
's
whole
strength
and
weight
on
the
oars
and
to
feel
the
boat
checked
in
its
forward
lunge
by
the
heavy
drag
behind
,
was
not
exactly
exhilarating
.
