I was aware of the demand for action, and, my old helplessness strong upon me, I was waiting for him to take the initiative.Then, as the moments went by, it came to me that the situation was analogous to the one in which I had approached the long-maned bull, my intention of clubbing obscured by fear until it became a desire to make him run.So it was at last impressed upon me that I was there, not to have Wolf Larsen take the initiative, but to take it myself.
I cocked both barrels and levelled the shotgun at him.Had he moved, attempted to drop down the companionway, I know I would have shot him.
But he stood motionless and staring as before.And as I faced him, with levelled gun shaking in my hands, I had time to note the worn and haggard appearance of his face.It was as if some strong anxiety had wasted it.
The cheeks were sunken, and there was a wearied, puckered expression on the brow.And it seemed to me that his eyes were strange, not only the expression, but the physical seeming, as though the optic nerves and supporting muscles had suffered strain and slightly twisted the eyeballs.
All this I saw, and my brain now working rapidly, I thought a thousand thoughts; and yet I could not pull the triggers.I lowered the gun and stepped to the corner of the cabin, primarily to relieve the tension on my nerves and to make a new start, and incidentally to be closer.Again I raised the gun.He was almost at arm's length.There was no hope for him.I was resolved.There was no possible chance of missing him, no matter how poor my marksmanship.And yet I wrestled with myself and could not pull the triggers.
"Well?" he demanded impatiently.
I strove vainly to force my fingers down on the triggers, and vainly I strove to say something.
"Why don't you shoot?" he asked.
I cleared my throat of a huskiness which prevented speech.
"Hump," he said slowly, "you can't do it.You are not exactly afraid.
You are impotent.Your conventional morality is stronger than you.You are the slave to the opinions which have credence among the people you have known and have read about.Their code has been drummed into your head from the time you lisped, and in spite of your philosophy, and of what I have taught you, it won't let you kill an unarmed, unresisting man.""I know it," I said hoarsely.
"And you know that I would kill an unarmed man as readily as would smoke a cigar," he went on."You know me for what I am, -- my worth in the world by your standard.You have called me snake, tiger, shark, monster, and Caliban.And yet, you little rag puppet, you little echoing mechanism, you are unable to kill me as you would a snake or a shark, because I have hands, feet, and a body shaped somewhat like yours.Bah! I had hoped better things of you, Hump."He stepped out of the companionway and came up to me.
"Put down that gun.I want to ask you some questions.haven't had a chance to look around yet.What place is this? How is the Ghost lying? How did you get wet? Where's Maud? -- I beg your pardon, Miss Brewster -- or should I say, `Mrs.Van Weyden'?"I had backed away from him, almost weeping at my inability to shoot him, but not fool enough to put down the gun.I hoped, desperately, that he might commit some hostile act, attempt to strike me or choke me; for in such way only I knew I could be stirred to shoot.
"This is Endeavor Island," I said.
"Never heard of it," he broke in.
"At least, that's our name for it," I amended.
"Our?" he queried."Who's our?"
"Miss Brewster and myself.And the Ghost is lying, as you can see for yourself, bow on to the beach.""There are seals here," he said."They woke me up with their barking, or I'd be sleeping yet.I heard them when I drove in last night.They were the first warning that I was on a lee shore.It's a rookery, the kind of a thing I've hunted for years.Thanks to my brother Death, I've lighted on a fortune.It's a mint.What's its bearings?""Haven't the least idea," I said."But you ought to know quite closely.
What were your last observations?"
He smiled inscrutably, but did not answer.
"Well, where's all hands?" I asked."How does it come that you are alone?"I was prepared for him again to set aside my question, and was surprised at the readiness of his reply.
"My brother got me inside forty-eight hours, and through no fault of mine.Boarded me in the night with only the watch on deck.Hunters went back on me.He gave them a bigger lay.Heard him offering it.Did it right before me.Of course the crew gave me the go-by.That was to be expected.
All hands went over the side, and there I was, marooned on my own vessel.
