Something must be done, must be done.
It came upon me suddenly, as strange, that nothing moved aboard.

Wearied from the night of struggle and wreck, all hands were yet asleep, I thought.

My next thought was that Maud and I might yet escape.

If we could take to the boat and make round the point before any one awoke?
I would call her and start.

My hand was lifted at her door to knock, when I recollected the smallness of the island.