Chapter 33: XXXIII

XXXIII 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.” …