I regained the cabin with a store of jams, sea-biscuits, canned meats, and such things,--all I could carry,--and replaced the trap-door.
A peep at Wolf Larsen showed me that he had not moved.

A bright thought struck me.

I stole into his state-room and possessed myself of his revolvers.

There were no other weapons, though I thoroughly ransacked the three remaining state-rooms.

To make sure, I returned and went through the steerage and forecastle, and in the galley gathered up all the sharp meat and vegetable knives.