? ? ? ? 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 knew 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.
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