But all the same he was just going to jump out of the boat when a faint ripple on the immensity of silence, a mere tremor in the air, the ghost of a silvery laugh, reached his ears.
"Illusion! "He kept very still.

He had no difficulty now in emulating the stillness of the mouse--a grimly determined mouse.

But he could not shake off that premonition of evil unrelated to the mere danger of the situation.
Nothing happened.

It had been an illusion! "A curiosity came to him to learn how they would go to work.

He wondered and wondered, till the whole thing seemed more absurd than ever.
"He had left the hanging lamp in the cabin burning as usual.