We waited all day for Wolf Larsen to come ashore.It was an intolerable period of anxiety.Each moment one or the other of us cast expectant glances toward the Ghost.But he did not come.He did not even appear on deck.
"Perhaps it is his headache," I said."I left him lying on the poop.
He may lie there all night.I think I'll go and see."Maud looked entreaty at me.
"It is all right," I assured her."I shall take the revolvers.You know I collected every weapon on board.""But there are his arms, his hands, his terrible, terrible hands!" she objected.And then she cried, "Oh, Humphrey, I am afraid of him! Don't go -- please don't go!"She rested her hand appealingly on mine, and sent my pulse fluttering.
My heart was surely in my eyes for a moment.The dear and lovely woman!
And she was so much the woman, clinging and appealing, sunshine and dew to my manhood, rooting it deeper and sending through it the sap of a new strength.I was for putting my arm around her, as when in the midst of the seal herd; but I considered, and refrained.
"I shall not take any risks," I said."I'll merely peep over the bow and see."She pressed my hand earnestly and let me go.But the space on deck where I had left him lying was vacant.He had evidently gone below.That night we stood alternate watches, one of us sleeping at a time; for there was no telling what Wolf Larsen might do.He was certainly capable of anything.
The next day we waited, and the next, and still he made no sign.
"These headaches of his, these attacks," Maud said, on the afternoon of the fourth day; "perhaps he is ill, very ill.He may be dead.""Or dying," was her afterthought, when she had waited some time for me to speak.
"Better so," I answered.
"But think, Humphrey, a fellow-creature in his last lonely hour.""Perhaps," I suggested.
"Yes, even perhaps," she acknowledged."But we do not know.It would be terrible if he were.I could never forgive myself.We must do something.""Perhaps," I suggested again.
I waited, smiling inwardly at the woman of her which compelled a solicitude for Wolf Larsen, of all creatures.Where was her solicitude for me, I thought, -- for me whom she had been afraid to have merely peep aboard?
She was too subtle not to follow the trend of my silence.And she was as direct as she was subtle.
"You must go aboard, Humphrey, and find out," she said."And if you want to laugh at me, you have my consent and forgiveness."I arose obediently and went down the beach.
"Do be careful," she called after me.
I waved my arm from the forecastle head and dropped down to the deck.
Aft I walked to the cabin companion, where I contented myself with hailing below.Wolf Larsen answered, and as he started to ascend the stairs I cocked my revolver.I displayed it openly during our conversation, but he took no notice of it.He appeared the same, physically, as when last I saw him, but he was gloomy and silent.In fact, the few words we spoke could hardly be called a conversation.did not inquire why he had not been ashore, nor did he ask why I had not come aboard.His head was all right again, he said, and so, without further parley, I left him.
Maud received my report with obvious relief, and the sight of smoke which later rose in the galley put her in a more cheerful mood.The next day, and the next, we saw the galley smoke rising, and sometimes we caught glimpses of him on the poop.But that was all.He made no attempt to come ashore.This we knew, for we still maintained our night-watches.We were waiting for him to do something, to show his hand, so to say, and his inaction puzzled and worried us.
A week of this passed by.We had no other interest than Wolf Larsen, and his presence weighed us down with an apprehension which prevented us from doing any of the little things we had planned.
But at the end of the week the smoke ceased rising from the galley, and he no longer showed himself on the poop.I could see Maud's solicitude again growing, though she timidly, -- and even proudly, think, -- forebore a repetition of her request.After all, what censure could be put upon her? She was divinely altruistic, and she was a woman.Besides, I was myself aware of hurt at thought of this man whom I had tried to kill, dying alone with his fellow-creatures so near.He was right.The code of my group was stronger than I.The fact that he had hands, feet, and a body shaped somewhat like mine, constituted a claim which I could not ignore.
So I did not wait a second time for Maud to send me.discovered that we stood in need of condensed milk and marmalade, and announced that Iwas going aboard.I could see that she wavered.She even went so far as to murmur that they were non-essentials and that my trip after them might be inexpedient.And as she had followed the trend of my silence, she now followed the trend of my speech, and she knew that I was going aboard, not because of condensed milk and marmalade, but because of her and of her anxiety, which she knew she had failed to hide.
I took off my shoes when I gained the forecastle head, and went noiselessly aft in my stocking feet.Nor did I call this time from the top of the companionway.
Cautiously descending, I found the cabin deserted.The door to his state-room was closed.At first I thought of knocking, then I remembered my ostensible errand and resolved to carry it out.Carefully avoiding noise, I lifted the trap-door in the floor and set it to one side.The slop-chest, as well as the provisions, was stored in the lazarette, and I took advantage of the opportunity to lay in a stock of underclothing.
As I emerged from the lazarette I heard sounds in Wolf Larsen's state-room.