Then I bethought me of the great yachtsman's knife he always carried, and I came to him and spoke to him, first softly, then loudly.

He did not move.

I bent over and took it from his pocket.

I breathed more freely.

He had no arms with which to attack me from a distance; while I, armed, could always forestall him should he attempt to grapple me with his terrible gorilla arms.
Filling a coffee-pot and frying-pan with part of my plunder, and taking some chinaware from the cabin pantry, I left Wolf Larsen lying in the sun and went ashore.
Maud was still asleep.